| Am | F | G | |
| These mist covered | moun | tains |
| C | F | C | |
| Are a home now for | me |
| Am | Em | |
| But my home is the | low | lands |
| F | G | |
| And always will | be |
| Am | Em | |
| Some day you'll re | turn | to |
| F | G | |
| Your valleys and your | farms |
| Am | |
| And you'll no longer | burn |
| Dm | G | Am | F | G | |
| To be | brothers in arms |
| Am | F | G | |
| Through these fields of d | estruct | ion |
| C | F | C | |
| Baptisms of | fire |
| Am | Em | |
| I've watched all your | suffe | ring |
| F | G | |
| As the battles raged high | er |
| Am | Em | |
| And though they did hurt | me so | bad |
| F | G | |
| In the fear and al | arm |
| Am | |
| You did not de | sert me |
| Dm | G | Am | F | G | |
| To be | brothers in arms |
| Am | G | Am | G | |
| There's so | many different | worlds |
| F | G | |
| So many different | suns |
| Am | G | Am | G | |
| And we have | just one | world |
| F | G | F | |
| But we live in different | ones |
| Am | F | G | |
| Now the sun's gone to | hell |
| C | F | C | |
| And the moon's riding | high |
| Am | Em | |
| Let me bid you | farw | ell |
| F | G | |
| Every man has to | die |
| Am | Em | |
| But it's written in the | star | light |
| F | G | |
| And every line on your | palm |
| Am | |
| We're fools to make | war |
| Dm | G | |
| On our | brothers in arms |