Brothers in Arms
Joan Baez
These mist covered mountains Are home now for me But my home is the low lands And that always will be Someday you'll return to Your valleys and your farms And no longer burn to be brothers in arms Through these fields of destruction Baptisms of fire I have witnessed to your suffering As the battle raged higher And though they did hurt me so bad In the fear and alarm You did not desert me my brothers in arms There are many different worlds And a million different suns And we have just one world Why live in different ones Now the sun's gone to hell and The moon's riding high Let me bid your farewell Every man has to die And it's written in the stars of light And every line in your palm We're fools to make war on our brothers in arms