I have a brother-in-arms and he’s got a brother-on-track,
He’s soft as glass and a gentle man,
And he’ll be hitched to the mountains
As soon as he can.
My brother-in-arms has a motto:
Nothing’s too hard to bear, no hole’s too big to fill
So he woke me up one night and said:
Shake that sleep off of your eyes and head
And keep with our boys writhing high.
Far from home in tobacco fields,
under endless skies
under endless skies
Yonder dance my old new friends
For far away where we live, there’s no one,
No others to hold us close and suckle our souls
O’er us, in that bright, windy land of tide and time,
Our old home is waiting and drifting,
For us to gamble our last coins
And bust our good minds.
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