Brothers In Arms - Dire Straits

These mist covered mountains

are home now for me.

But my home is the low lands,

and always will be.

Someday you'll return to

your valleys and your farms.

And you'll no longerburn

to be brothers in arms.

Through these fields of destruction.

baptisms of fire,

I've witnessed your suffering,

as the battle raged higher.

And though they did hurt me so bad,

in the fear and alarm,

you did not desert me,

my brothers in arms.

There's so many different worlds,

so many different suns.

And we have just one world,

but we live in different ones.

Now the sun's gone to hell and

the moon's riding high,

let me bid you farewell,

every man has to die.

But it's written in the starlight,

and every line in your palm,

we're fools to make war

on our brothers in arms.