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  • Whoa, let the sun beat down upon my face
    And stars to fill my dream
    I am a traveler of both time and space
    To be where I have been
    T' sit with elders of the gentle race
    This world has seldom seen
    Th' talk of days for which they sit and wait
    All will be revealed
    Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
    Whose sounds caress my ear
    But not a word I heard could I relate
    The story was quite clear
    Whoa-hoh, whoa-wa-oh
    Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin'
    Lord, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
    Oh, oooh yes, I've been flying
    Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'
    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 beeeeeuhoaoh
    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
    Will return again
    Sure as the dust that floats b'hind you
    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
    'Long the straits of fear
    Whaoh, whaoh
    Whaoh-oh, oh
    Ohhhh
    Well, when I want, when I'm on my way, yeah
    When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
    Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, yes
    Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
    Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
    Oh, oh, come on, come on
    Oh, let me take you there
    Let me take you there
    Whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, let me take you
  • Whoa, let the sun beat down upon my face
    And stars to fill my dream
    I am a traveler of both time and space
    To be where I have been
    T' sit with elders of the gentle race
    This world has seldom seen
    Th' talk of days for which they sit and wait
    All will be revealed
    Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
    Whose sounds caress my ear
    But not a word I heard could I relate
    The story was quite clear
    Whoa-hoh, whoa-wa-oh
    Oooh, oh baby, I been flyin'
    Lord, yeah, mama, there ain't no denyin'
    Oh, oooh yes, I've been flying
    Mama, mama, ain't no denyin', no denyin'
    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 beeeeeuhoaoh
    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
    Will return again
    Sure as the dust that floats b'hind you
    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
    'Long the straits of fear
    Whaoh, whaoh
    Whaoh-oh, oh
    Ohhhh
    Well, when I want, when I'm on my way, yeah
    When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
    Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, yes
    Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
    Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
    Oh, oh, come on, come on
    Oh, let me take you there
    Let me take you there
    Whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, whoo-ooh, yeah-yeah, let me take you