These

mist

co-

vered

moun-

tains

are

a

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-

ti-

sms

of

fire.

I've

wit-

nessed

your

suf-

fering

as

the

bat-

tle

raged

high-

er.

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

you

fare-

well,

ev-

ery

man

has

to

die.

But

it's

writ-

ten

in

the

star-

light

and

ev-

ery

line

in

your

palm,

we're

fools

to

make

war

on

our

bro-

thers

in

arms.