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O father
O father of the four winds
Set my sails
Across the sea of years
With no provision
But an open face
Along the straits
Along the straits
Of fear
Of fear
Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
Stars to fill my dream
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
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
And 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
All I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Trying to find where I have been
Oh, pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Here the path that led me to that place
Like mellow desert dream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon
Will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June
When moving through Kashmir (when moving through Kashmir)
When moving through Kashmir
When I'm on
When I'm on my way, yeah
When I see
When I see the way
You stay, yeah
When I'm down
Baby, when I'm down
I'm so down
Let me take
Let me take you there
Let me take
Let me take you there
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