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
But not a word I heard could I relate, the story was quite clear
Oh, oh.
I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin'
And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land
Trying to find, trying to find where I've been.
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 true, when movin' through Kashmir.
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Ohh.
When I see, when I see the way, you stay-yeah
Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh, yeah-yeah, well I'm down, so down
Ooh, my baby, oooh, my baby, let me take you there
(Bonham/Jones/Page/Plant)