Kashmir (as made famous by Led Zeppelin) - Paul Di'Anno

Oh, let the sun beat down upon my face

Stars to fill my dreams

I am a traveler 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 sit and wait

And all will be revealed, yeah

Talk and songs from tongues of lilting grace

Whose sounds caress my ear

But not a word I heard could I relate

The story was quite clear

Step on

No denying, no denying, oh

All I see, it turns to brown

As the sun burns on the ground

And my eyes they fill with sand

As I scan this wasted land

Try to find

Try to find where I’ve been

All I see, it turns to brown

As the sun burns on the ground

And my eyes they fill with sand

As I scan this wasted land

Try to find

Try to find just where I’ve been

And my eyes they filled with sand

Oh, pilot of the storm which leaves no trace

Like thoughts inside a dream

Heed the path that led me to that place

A yellow desert stream

My Shangrila beneath the summer moon

I will return again

Sure as the dust that floats so high and true

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

Along the straits of fear

Oh, woah yea, oh, woah yeah

It turns to brown

As the sun burns on the ground

And my eyes they fill with sand

As I scan this wasted land

Try to find

Try to find where I’ve been, yeah

All I see it turns to brown

As the sun burns on the ground

And my eyes they fill with sand

As I scan this wasted land

Try to find

Try to find where I’ve been, yeah