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Oh,father...the father of the four winds

fill 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 (and stars to fill my dream)

lam 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 fitting grace (whose sounds caress my ear)

But not a wordI heard could I relate(the story was quite clear)

All Isee turns to brown

As the sun burns the ground

And my eyes fill with sand

As I scan this wasted l and

Trying to find where I've been

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 (I will return again)

Sure as the dust that floats high in June when movin' through Kashmir (when

movin' through Kashmir)

when movin' through Kashmir

When I'm on

when I'm on my way

yeah

WhenI see

when I see the way

you stay-yeah

When I'm down,baby

when I'm down

I'm so done

let me take,let me take

you there

Let me take,let me take you there

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