Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face, With 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 a gentle race, This world has seldom seen They talk of days for which they sit and wait When all will be revealed.
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace, Whose sounds caress my ear Though not a word I heard could I relate, The story was quite clear Whoa-oh-oh Whoa-oh, oh-oh.
Ooh, baby, I've been flyin' Noooo-yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin' Oh, ooh, yeah, I've been flyin' Ma-ma-ma, ain't no denyin', no denyin', yeah.
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 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.
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-oh, whoa-oh Whoa-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, when I'm down, so down Ooh, my baby, ooh, my baby, let me take you there Oh, oh, come on, come on, oh, let me take you there Let me take you there Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
