Coverdale & Page - Whisper A Prayer For The Dying

I hear the sound of distant thunder, echo all around, I see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground, I see the fathers' sons and daughters, I hear the mothers crying, Nothing left for me to do, but, whisper a prayer for the dying. Oh, a prayer for the dying. The suffocating heat of jungles, and burning desert sands, Where everything reminds you, you're a stranger in a strange land. The soothing words of politicians, those bodyguards of lies, While guardian angels waste their time and every mother cr