These mist covered moun_tains
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 bro_thers in arms.__
Through these fields of destruc_tion,__
I've witnessed your suf__fering
As the battle raged higher.
And though they did hurt me so bad___
In the fear and alarm,
You did not de_sert me my bro_thers in arms.__
There's so ma_ny different worlds,
So ma_ny 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 in your palm,
We're fools to make war on our bro_thers in arms.___