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Lyrics:
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 Sit with elders of the gentle race This world has seldom seen Talk of days for which they sit and wait And all will be revealed
Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace Sounds caress my ear But not a word I heard could I relate The story was quite clear
Ooh, baby, I've been flying
No, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
Ooh, yeah, I've been flying Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', 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
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 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
When I'm on, when I'm on my way
When I see, when I see the way, you stay
When I'm down When I'm down, so down Ooh, my baby, ooh, my baby, let me take you there
Come on, come on Let me take you there, let me take you there
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