Maybe I was born to write down this song of
lands know far and wide And stories bygone.
It's all about this place white mountains embrace.
Cold winds moving by.
Move down Treetop with grace.
Where the valleys out green.
They're crying out of the scene.
Bringing colours of true love to the people beneath.
And when I think of all the time bygone
she's been just losing till the of her life.
Can you turn around--Give peace a
chance Give me back this land of mine.
I said wake up through the night.
Wake up to the morning light wake up realise.
It's taken down from paradise ...
Kashmir. ...
Located on the edge or the top of this nation.
Like a drop of sunlight or is it nature's creation.
Where the river run cold in rhythmic recitation.
It's the land of the ice,
peace and meditation and a scream would
then be heard a cross a thousand miles.
It's the scream of mother of one
she's screaming out now for her child.
And when I think of all the time bygone
she's been just losing till the end of her life.
Can you turn around--Give peace a chance.
Give me back this land of mine.
I said wake up through the night.
Wake up to the morning light.
Wake up realise.
It's taken down from paradise ...
Kashmir. And a scream would then be heard a cross a thousand miles.
It's the scream of mother of one she's screaming out now for her
child. And when I think of all the time bygone.
She's been just losing till the end of her life.
Can you turn around--Give peace a chance.
Give me back this land of mine. I said wake up through the night.
Wake up to the morning light. Wake up realise.
It's taken down from paradise. ... Kashmir.
