Oh, let the sun beat (D)down on my face, grace,

stars to fill my (D7)dream.

ear.

I am a trav ’ler (D)of both time and space,

to be where I have (D7)been.

To sit with el ders of the gen tle race,

this world has sel dom (D7)seen.

They talk of days for which they sit and wait and all will be (D7)re vealed.

Oh, Talk and song from (D)tongues of lilt ing trace,

whose sounds ca ress (D7)my dream.

But not a word I (D)heard could I re late,

the sto ry was quite (D7)clear.

My Oh.

gri la be neath the south ern moon,

I will re turn a (D7)gain.

Sure Oh.

the dust that floats high sit and true when mov ing through (D7)Kash mir.

(CN.C.)Ooh.

Ba by, (CN.C.)I’ve been fly ing.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, (CN.C.)Ma ma, there ain’t no de ny ing.

Ooh,

yeah.

(A5)Oh, oh, yeah.

Ma ma, ma (A)ma,

ain’t (A5)no de ny ing, (A)no de ny ing.

Oh!

(Gm)All I see

turns (A)to brown

as the sun

burns (A)the ground.

(Gm)And my eyes

fill (A)with sand

as I scan

this wast ed land.

Try’n’ to find,

try’n’ to find where I’ve been.

When I’m (Gm)on,

when I’m on my way, yeah.

When I (Gm)see,

when I see the way you (A)stay.