| Living Loving Maid |
| Oh let the sun beat down upon my face, And stars fill my dreams. I'm a traveller of both time and space, To be where I have been. To sit with elders of a gentle race, This world has seldom seen. They talk of days for which they sit and wait, All will be revealed. Talk in song from tongues of lilting grace, Sounds caress my ear. And not a word I heard could I relate, The story was quite clear. Ooh baby I?¹FFFF92ve been blind, Oh yeah mama in your denying. Ooh yes I been blind, Mama, ain't no denying. 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 sorts inside a dream, Leave the path the led me to that place, Yellow desert stream. Like Shangri-la beneath the summer moon, I will return again, As the dust that floats finds you, Will move and search Kashmir. Oh father of the four winds fill my sails, Cross the sea of years. With no provision but an open face, Along the straits of fear. Oh when I walk, when I'm on my way, When I see, when I see the way to stay. But I'm down. But I'm down, so down. Ooh my baby, Ooh my baby, Let me take you there. |