Bubijeva pesmarica

aThese mist Fcovered Gmountains
Are a home now Cfor C_sus4me C₆
But my Ghome is the a elowlands
And always will F Gbe
Someday you'll areturn eto
Your valleys and your F Gfarms
And you'll no longer Cburn to be Fbrothers in Garms.

Through these fields of F Gdestruction
Baptisms of C C_sus4fire, C
I've Gwitnessed your a esuffering
As the battles raged F Ghigher
And though they did hurt ame so ebad
In the fear and Falarm G,
You did not Cdesert me my Fbrothers Gin arms

There's so many different a Gworlds
So Cmany adifferent F Gsuns
And we have just one a Gworld
But we Clive in adifferent F Gones.
Now the sun's gone to Fhell Gand
The moon's riding Chigh C_sus4 C,
Let me Gbid you afarewell e, every man has to F Gdie

But it's written in the a estarlight
And every line on your F Gpalm
We're fools to make awar on our Fbrothers in Garms.