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
BAPTISMS OF FIRE
I'VE WITNESSED YOUR SUFFERIN'
AS THE BATTLE RAGED HIGH
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 RIDIN' 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