Michaela Rabitsch & Robert Pawlik

Lyrics

Kashmir

John Bonham/ Jimmy Page/ Robert Plant

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face
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
They talk of days for which they sit and wait
All will be reveeee-aled

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
Sounds caress my ears
Not a word I heard could I relay
The story was quite clear
O-oh - –o-oh O-oh – o-oh

Uuh – yeah
Oooh, baby I've been flying
Noo - yeah, papa, there ain't no denyin'

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've been.

Oh, pilot of the storm that 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
I will return again
Like the dust that floats high in June
When moving through Kashmiiii-ir.

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
O-oh – o-oh O-oh – o-oh

Oh, let the sun - beat down - upon my face