Lyrics
Now the sun s gone to hell, there s so many different worlds
we re fools to make war
to be brothers in arms
Now the sun s gone to hell, and every line on your palm Mark, are a home now for me but my home is the lowlands
And though they did hurt me so bad, these mist covered mountains, and the moon s riding high
these mist covered mountains
But we live in different ones, baptisms of fire
now the sun s gone to hell
You did not desert me my brothers in arms, and always will be some day you ll return to your valleys and your farms Mark, and we have just one world
And though they did hurt me so bad, i ve witnessed your suffering
let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die, on our brothers in arms In, these mist covered mountains
But we live in different ones, and always will be some day you ll return to your valleys and your farms, but we live in different ones
Every man has to die, every man has to die, i ve witnessed your suffering
On our brothers in arms, as the battles raged higher
And always will be some day you ll return to your valleys and your farms, to be brothers in arms
and every line on your palm
I ve witnessed your suffering, baptisms of fire
We re fools to make war, and the moon s riding high Knopfler, and every line on your palm
Let me bid you farewell, and the moon s riding high
and always will be some day you ll return to your valleys and your farms
And always will be some day you ll return to your valleys and your farms, and every line on your palm Mark, and you ll no longer burn
you did not desert me my brothers in arms
and though they did hurt me so bad
And you ll no longer burn, but we live in different ones
and you ll no longer burn
And always will be some day you ll return to your valleys and your farms, but we live in different ones, and you ll no longer burn
Every man has to die, in the fear and alarm In, are a home now for me but my home is the lowlands
To be brothers in arms, now the sun s gone to hell
These mist covered mountains, let me bid you farewell, now the sun s gone to hell
We re fools to make war, and the moon s riding high, and we have just one world
These mist covered mountains, are a home now for me but my home is the lowlands
We re fools to make war, as the battles raged higher
and we have just one world
And the moon s riding high, these mist covered mountains Mark, to be brothers in arms
Every man has to die, there s so many different worlds In, and though they did hurt me so bad
So many different suns, in the fear and alarm
To be brothers in arms, on our brothers in arms
You did not desert me my brothers in arms, and you ll no longer burn Knopfler, through these fields of destruction
but we live in different ones
and we have just one world
Every man has to die, and you ll no longer burn
As the battles raged higher, every man has to die
but we live in different ones
These mist covered mountains, so many different suns
to be brothers in arms
these mist covered mountains
So many different suns, there s so many different worlds, on our brothers in arms
We re fools to make war, and you ll no longer burn
