1.
These mist covered mountains
  are a home now for me,
but my home is the lowlands
  and always will be.
Someday you'll return to 
  your valleys and your farms,
and you'll no longer 
  burn to be brothers in arms.
2.
Through these fields of destruction, 
baptisms of fire.
I've witnessed your suffering 
as the battle raged higher.
And thought they did hurt me so bad 
in the fear and alarm,
you did not desert me
my brothers in arms.
3.
There's so many different worlds,
so many different suns,
and we have just one world,
but we live in different ones.

Guitar Solo

4.
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 starlight
and every line in your palm,
we're fools to make war
on our brothers in arms.

Guitar Solo (fade out)