Brothers in arms - Dire Straits


These mist covered mountains 

Are a home now for me 

But my home is the low lands 

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 

Iin the fear and alarm 

You did not desert me 

To be 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 star-light 

And every line on your palm 

We´re fools to make war 

On our brothers in arms