Vídeo musical

Vídeo musical

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whitesnake
Whitesnake
Performer
David Coverdale
David Coverdale
Vocals
Delisle Harper
Delisle Harper
Bass
Roger Glover
Roger Glover
Bass
Simon Phillips
Simon Phillips
Drums
Tony Newman
Tony Newman
Drums
Micky Moody
Micky Moody
Guitar
Tim Hinkley
Tim Hinkley
Keyboards
Christopher Collier
Christopher Collier
Remixer
Tom Gordon
Tom Gordon
Remixer
Barry St. John
Barry St. John
Vocals
Helen Chappelle
Helen Chappelle
Vocals
Liza Strike
Liza Strike
Vocals
Ron Aspery
Ron Aspery
Woodwinds
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Coverdale
David Coverdale
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Coverdale
David Coverdale
Executive Producer
Roger Glover
Roger Glover
Producer
Scott Hull
Scott Hull
Mastering Engineer
Ben Fenner
Ben Fenner
Recording Engineer

Letras

I was dreaming of the past
Why do good times never last
Help me Jesus, show the way
I can't hold on another day
I was hungry, felling low
I just couldn't make out which way to go
Chasing rainbows that have no end
The road is long without a friend
Be my friend, be my brother
Be the piper, play the call
Across the seven seas of wonder, huh
Be the guardian of my soul
Just a young man looking homeward
Watching the sun go down again
Across the water, the Sun is shining
But will it ever, will it ever be the same
Be my friend, be my brother
Be the piper, play the call
Across the seven seas of wonder
Be the guardian of my soul
Mama, I wanna know
I need somebody, I need someone
I need somebody to call my own
Like a blindman, I can feel the heat of the Sun
But like a blindman, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know where it's coming from
Mama, mama, I wanna know
Oh, I wanna know
I need somebody, I need someone
I need a woman to hold my life, yeah
Like a blindman, I can feel the heat, oh
But like a blindman, I really don't know
I don't know where it's coming from
I need somebody, oh
Ow, woman, I need a, I need a woman
Woah
Like a blindman, I can feel the heat of the Sun
But like a blindman, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know where it's coming from, oh
Written by: David Coverdale
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