Kashmir(British Rock Symphony)-Ann Wilson/Roger Daltrey

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