Brothers in Arms

Dire Straits

      These mist covered mountains
      are a home now for me
      but my home is the lowlands
      and always will be

      some day you'll return to
      your valleys and your farms
      and you'll no longer burn to be brothers in arms

      Through these fields of destruction
      baptismus of fire
      I've watched all your suffering
      as the battles 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 rising high
      let me bid you fare well
      every man has to die
      but it's written in the starlight
      and every line on your palm
      we are fools to make war
      on our brothers in arms

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