Whoa, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars to fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race This world has seldom seen
No talk for days in which they sit and wait..... All will be revealed
BASS LINE: E . D . C . A . DA . G . G . F . F . FED

D                     [riff: A G# A B A G# A C#]
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace Whose sounds caress my ears
But not a word I heard could I relate The story was quite clear... Whoa.
E . D . C . A . DA . G . G . F . F . FED

G                                  A        G                                         A
Oh, all I see turns to brown      As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand As I scan this wasted land
Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I beeeeeloooooooong

D                     [riff: A G# A B A G# A C#]
Oh, pilot of the storm which leaves no trace Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place Yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon Will return again
Sure as the dust that floats so high in June, When movin' through Kashmir
E . D . C . A . DA . G . G . F . F . FED

G                                                                     A
Well, when I want,        when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah, ooo-yeah, Ooh, yeah, ooo-yeah » when I'm down
Ooh, yeah, ooo-yeah, Ooh, yeah, ooo-yeah » let me take you there
Ooh, yeah, ooo-yeah, when I'm down,let me take you to Kashmir
[long riff: G ... A ... Bb ... C .. D .. E  F  G  A  B  C#  E FDE.....]

D                     [riff: A G# A B A G# A C#]
Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails Across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face Along the straits of fear... Whoa.
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon Will return again
Sure as the dust that floats so high in June, When movin' through Kashmir
E . D . C . A . DA . G . G . F . F . FED

Orig Lyrics:

Whoa, let the sun beat down upon my face And stars to fill my dreams
I am a traveler of both time and space To be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race This world has seldom seen
The talk of days for which they sit and wait..... All will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace Whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate The story was quite clear Whoa....

Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin' No, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
Oh, oooh yes, I've been flying Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

Oh, all I see turns to brown As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand As I scan this wasted land
Tryin' to find, tryin' to find where I beeeeeloooooooong

Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace Like thoughts inside a dream
Heed the path that led me to that place Yellow desert stream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon Will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June, When movin' through Kashmir

Oh, father of the four winds, fill my sails Across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face Along the straits of fear Whoa....

Well, when I want, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, yes
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there

Oh, oh, come on, come on Oh, let me take you there Let me take you there
Whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, let me take you