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

Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
Through the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

There are so many different worlds
So many different suns
But we all 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's has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And in the line in your palms
We are fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

Yes, we're all fools
Oh, we're all fools
Oh, such fools
Yeah, we're fools

We're all fools to make war on our brothers
We're all fools to make war on our brothers
We're all fools to make war on our brothers
We're all fools
We're all fools
We're all fools