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Brothers in arms

Höfundur lags: Mark Knofler Höfundur texta: Mark Knofler Flytjandi: Dire Straits Sent inn af: sigvaldi73
These mist covered mo[G]untains [A]    
Are home now for [D]me [Dsus4]    [D]    
But my h[A/C#]ome is the l[Bm]ow lands[F#m]    
And always will [G]be [Asus4]    [A]    
Someday you'll r[Bm]eturn [F#m]to    
Your valley and your f[G]arms [Em7]    [Asus4]    
And you'll [A]no longer [Bm]burn   
To bro[G]thers in a[Asus4]rms [A]    

[Bm]    [G]    [Bm]    [G]    [Bm]    [G]    [Em]    [Em]    [Bm]    
Through these fi[A/C#]elds of de[G]structio[A]n  
Baptisms of f[D]ire [Dsus4]    [D]    
I've w[A/C#]atched all your su[Bm]ffering [F#m]    
As the b[.]attles raged h[G]igher [Asus4]    [A]    
And though they did [Bm]hurt me so [F#m]bad    
In the fear and al[G]arm [Em]    [Asus4]    
You [A]did not de[Bm]sert me
My bro[G]thers in a[A]rms  

[Bm]    [G]    [Bm]    [G]    [Bm]    [G]    [Em]    [Em]    [G]    [A]    [Bm]    
[Bm]There's so[A] many different[Bm] worlds [A]    
So [D]many different s[G]uns  
And [A]we have just one[Bm] world [A]    
But we l[D]ive in differe[G]nt ones[G]    

[Bm]    [G]    [Bm]    [G]    [Bm]    [G]    [Em]    [Em]    [G]    [A]    [Bm]    
Now the [A/C#]sun's gone to [G]hell [A]    
And the moon's riding h[D]igh [Dsus4]    [D]    
Let me b[A/C#]id your fare[Bm]well [F#m]    
Everyman has to d[G]ie  
But its written in the st[Bm]arlight [F#m]    
And every line on your p[G]alm [Em]    [Asus4]    
We're f[A]ools to make [Bm]war   
On our b[G]rothers in a[A]rms  

[Bm]    [G]    [Bm]    [G]    [Bm]    [G]    

These mist covered mountains
Are home now for me
But my home is the low lands
And always will be
Someday you'll return to
Your valley and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To brothers in arms


Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've watched all your suffering
As the b[.]attles 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

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Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
Let me bid your farewell
Everyman has to die
But its written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

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  • Dsus4
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  • Asus4
  • Em7
  • Em

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