Oh father
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 let the sun beat down upon my face
With stars to fill my dreams
I am a traveller of both time and space
To be where I have been
And sit with elders of a gentle race
This world has seldom seen
Who talk of days for which they sit and wait
When all will be revealed

With talk and song from tounges of lilting grace
The sounds caressed my ears
Though not a word I've heard could I relate
The story was quite clear

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 where I've been

Oh pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream
Who hid the path that led me to that place
With yellow desert screen?
My Shangrila beneath the summer moon
I will return again
Sure as the dust it blows high in June
When moving through Kashmir
Oh, oh

When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay, yeah

When I'm down
Baby well I'm down, so down
Let me take you there
Let me take you there