Those mist covered mountains
But my home is the lowlands
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
Through these fields of destruction
I've whittnessed your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
There's so many different worlds
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon's riding high
But it's written in the starlight
And every line on your palm
Composição: Mark Knopler
