Kashmir, by Led Zepplin

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 a gentle race
This world is 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 belong 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 scream
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon;
I will return again
Sure as the dust that floats high in June 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