Em - C - Am - C - Em - C - Am - Em ~

1. These mist covered mountains are home now for me,

2. Through these fields of destruction, baptisms of fire,

3. Now the sun's gone to hell, and the moon's riding high.

1. but my home is the low lands, and always will be.

2. I've witnessed your suffering, as the battles raged higher.

3. Let me bid your farewell, every man has to die.

1. Someday you'll return to, your valley and your farms,

2. And though they did hurt me so bad, in the fear and alarm,

3. But its written in the starlight, and every line on your palm,

1. and you'll no longer burn to be brothers in arms.

2. you did not desert me, my brothers in arms.

3. we're fools to make war on our 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.