These mist-covered mountainsAre a home now for meBut my home is in lowlandsAnd always will be.
Someday, you’ll return toYour valleys and your farmsAnd you’ll no longer burnTo be brothers in arms.
Through these fields of destructionBaptisms of fireI’ve witnessed your sufferingAs the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so badIn the fear and alarmYou did not desert meMy brothers in arms.
There’s so many different worldsSo many different sunsAnd we have just one worldBut we live in different ones.
Now the sun’s gone to hell, andThe moon’s riding highLet me bid you farewellEvery man has to die
But it’s written in the starlightAnd every line in your palmWe’re fools to make warOn our brothers in arms.
Songwriters: Mark Knopfler
Brothers In Arms, lyrics © Straitjacket Songs Ltd.