Kashmir

Oh let the sun beat down upon my face
Stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been

As the dust that floats high in June
When movin' through Kashmir.
With no provision but an open face
Along the straits of fear

I been flying
There ain't no denyin'
Flying, flying

All I see turns to brown
All I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground
Burns, burns
And my eyes fill with sand
My eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
This wasted land

Trying to find
Trying to find
Trying to find
Trying to find where I've been
Trying to find
Trying to find
Trying to find
Trying to find
Trying to find where I've been
Trying to find
Trying to find
Trying to find
Trying
Try
well I'm down
So down...

מילים: רוברט פלנט