| Brothers In Arms |
| (Brothers In Arms, 1987) |
|
These
mistcovered mountains
Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And it always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And you're no longer burned To be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I've watch all you're 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 suns gone to hell The moon is riding high Let me bid you farewell Every man has to die But it's written in the starlight And in every line in you're palm We're fools to make war of Our brothers in arms |