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

long-

er

burn

to

be

bro-

thers

in

arms

Through

these

fields

of

de-

struc-

tion

bap-

tis-

ms

of

fire

I've

wit-

nessed

your

suf-

fer-

ing

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