Kashmir piano leadsheet with chords

Oh, let the sun beat down on my face,

grace, stars to fill my dream.

ear. I am a trav'ler 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 and wait and all will be revealed.

Oh, Talk and song from tongues of lilting trace,

whose sounds caress my dream.

But not a word I heard could I relate,

the story was quite clear.

My Oh.

grila beneath the southern moon,

I will return again.

Sure Oh.

the dust that floats high and true when moving through Kashmir.

Ooh.

Baby, I've been flying.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, Mama, there ain't no denying.

Ooh,

yeah. Oh, oh, yeah.

Mama, mama, ain't no denying, no denying.

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.

Try'n' to find,

try'n' to find where I've been.

When I'm on,

when I'm on my way, yeah.

When I see,

when I see the way you stay.