Brothers in Arms

In these mist covered hills
that are home now for me
But my home is in Africa
And always will be
Someday I will return to
the farm and the fields of my fathers
And I will will long to be with my
brothers in arms
Through these years of wandering
Baptisms of fire, stress and mystery
I've watched the world's suffering
As the wars go on and on
though the pain lingers with me still
through the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
your memory did not desert me
My brothers in arms
There are so many different lands
under so many different suns
we have just this one small world
And while we live in different times
Now when everything has gone to hell
I thought that you may have known me well
Let me bid you all a fond farewell
Every man has a time to die
Every day must pass into night
Every hope should remain in the light
Every prayer is in God's own sight
Every choice has its own charms
We were fools to make war
On our brothers in arms

(with full acknowledgement to Dire Straits -for their song- and to my cousin Wayne Kaiser for 

finding redemption there in it and my own memory of him)