Kashmir 
 (Bonham/Jones/Page/Plant) 

 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 
 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 

 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 
 Oh, oh. 

 Oh, I been flying... mama, there ain't no denyin' 
 I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin' 

 All I see turns to brown, as the sun burns the ground 
 And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land 
 Trying to find, trying to find where I've been. 

 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, I will return again 
 Sure as the dust that floats high and [bad word]  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, along the straits of fear 
 Ohh. 

 When I'm on, when I'm on my way, yeah 
 When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah 

 Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, when I'm down... 
 Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down 
 Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there 

 Let me take you there. Let me take you there