These

mist

co-

vered

moun-

tains

Are

home

now

for

me

But

my

home

is

the

low

lands

And

al-

ways

will

be

Some-

day

you'll

re-

turn

to

Your

val-

leys

and

your

farms

And

you'll

no

lon-

ger

burn

to

be

bro-

thers

in

arms

Through

these

fields

of

de-

struc-

tion

Bap-

ti

sms

of

fi-

re

I've

wit-

nessed

your

suf-

fering

As

the

bat-

tle

raged

higher

And

though

they

did

hurt

me

so

bad

In

the

fear

and

a-

larm

You

did

not

de-

sert

me,

my

bro-

thers

in

arms

There's

so

ma-

ny

dif-

ferent

worlds

So

ma-

ny

dif-

ferent

suns

And

we

have

just

one

world

But

we

live

in

dif-

ferent

ones

Now

the

sun's

gone

to

hell

and

The

moon's

ri-

ding

high

Let

me

bid

your

fare-

well

Ev-

ery

man

has

to

die

But

it's

writ-

ten

in

the

star-

light

And

ev-

ery

line

on

your

palm

We're

fools

to

make

war

on

our

bro-

thers

in

arms