These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands 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 Baptism of fire I've witnessed your suffering As the battles raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad Through the fear and alarm You did not desert me My brothers in arms
There are many different worlds So many different suns But we all 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's got to die But it's written in the starlight And in the line on your palm We're all fools to make war On our brothers in arms Yea, we're all fools We're all fools We're all fools Oh, such fools