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BROTHERS IN ARMS (Mark Knopfler) 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 watched all your suffering as the battles 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's so many different worlds, So many different suns, And we 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 has to die, But it's written in the starlight and every line on your palm: "We're fools to make war on our brothers in arms." [It's left totally open to the listener to decide which side they imagine "the s inger" as fighting on. And that is perhaps the real point. - McG.] copyright Mark Knopfler filename[ BROTARMS McG  8note Sheet |
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