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Kashmir Various Artists

歌手：Led Zeppelin

所属专辑：physical graffiti

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

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, 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 behind you

When moving 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

turns to brown

As the sun burns the ground

And my eyes fill with sand

As I scan this wasted land

Tryin' to find, trying to find where I beeeeeuhoaoh

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, trying to find where I beeeeeuhoaoh