Brothers In Arms
Gregorian
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 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 riding high
Let me bid you farewell. Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight and every line on your palm
We're fools to make war on our brothers in arms
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