Kashmir

Oh, let the sun beat (Daug)down on my face,

grace, (D6)stars to fill my (D7)dream.

ear. (D5)I am a trav'ler (Daug)of both time and space,

(D6)to be where I have (D7)been.

(Daug)To sit with elders of the gentle race,

(D6)this world has seldom (D7)seen.

(Daug)They talk of days for which they and wait (D6)and all will be (D7)revealed.

(D5)Oh, Talk and song from (Daug)tongues of lilting trace,

(D6)whose sounds caress (D7)my dream.

(D5)But not a word I (Daug)heard could I relate,

(D6)the story was quite (D7)clear.

(Daug)My Oh.

grila beneath the southern moon,

(D6)I will return (D7)again.

(Daug)Sure Oh.

the dust that floats high and true when (D6)moving through (D7)Kashmir.

Ooh.

(A5)Baby, I've been flying.

(A5)Oh, yeah.

Oh, Mama, there (A5)ain't no denying.

(A5)Ooh,

yeah. (A5)Oh, oh, yeah.

Mama, (A)mama, ain't (A5)no denying, (A)no denying.

(Dm)Oh! (G5)(Gm)All I see

turns (A)to brown

(Gm)as the sun

burns (A)the ground.

(Gm)And my eyes

fill (A)with sand

(Gm)as I scan this wasted land.

Try'n' to find,

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

(G)When I'm (Gm)on,

when I'm on my way, yeah.

(G5)When I (Gm)see,

when I see the way you (A)stay.