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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 Oooh-oh Oooh-oh Oooh Baby, I been flying Oooh yeah Mama, there ain't no denying Oooh yeah I've been flying Mama mama Ain't no denying, no denying 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, 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 moving 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 Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah When I see, when I see the way, you stay, yeah Ooh, yeah-yeah Ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down Ooh, yeah-yeah Ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down Oh, my baby Ooh, my baby, let me take you there Let me take you there Let me take you there