Dire Straits – Brothers in Arms

These mist-covered

Are a home now for me

But my is the lowlands

And always will be

Some day you’ll to

Your valleys and your farms

And you’ll no burn

To be brothers in arms

–

Through these fields of

Baptisms of fire

I’ve witnessed your suffering

As the raged high

And though they did hurt me so bad

In the fear and alarm

You did not me

My brothers in arms

–

There’s so many different

So many different suns

And we have one world

But we live in different ones

–

Now the sun’s to hell

And the moon riding high

Let me bid you farewell

Every man has to

But it’s written in the starlight

And every line in your

We’re fools to make

On our brothers in arms