They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
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moving in lines through the day
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Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground where they lay
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Waiting for orders we held in the wood
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Word from the front never came
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By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
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I softly move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
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Crossing their lines in the mist in the fields on our hands and our knees
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And all that I ever
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Was able to see
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The fire in the air, glowing red
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Silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
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All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
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Smolensk and Viasma soon fell
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By Autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
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Closer and closer to Moscow they come
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Riding the wind like a bell
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General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill
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Winter brought with the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
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Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground, while the skies filled with snow
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And all that I ever
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Was able to see
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The fire in the air, glowing red
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Silhouetting the snow on the breeze
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(Ah, Ah, Ah) [x4]
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(Ah, Ah, Ah) [all thru bridge]
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In the footsteps of Napoleon, the shadow figures stagger through the winter
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Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the wings like an avenger
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And far away behind their lines, the partisans are stirring in the forest
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Coming unexpectedly upon their outpost, growing like a promise
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You'll never know, you'll never know, which way to turn, which way to look you'll never see us
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As we steal into the blackness of the night you'll never know, you'll never hear us
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And evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
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The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming
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Two broken tigers on fire in the night
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Flicker their souls to the wind
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We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
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It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
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At home, it will almost be spring
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The flames of the tiger are lighting the road to Berlin
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I quickly move through the ruins that bow to the ground
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The old men and children they send out to face us, they can't slow us down
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And all that I ever
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Was able to see
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The eyes of the city are opening
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Now it's the end of a dream
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(Ah. Ah, Ah) [x4]
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(Ah, Ah, Ah) [thru this section]
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I'm coming home, I'm coming home , now you can taste it in the wind the war is over
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And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border
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And now they ask about the time that i was caught behind their time and taken prisoner
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They only held me for a day, a lucky break i say
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They turn and listen closer
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I'll never know, I'll never know, why I was taken from the line with all the others
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to board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
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And it's cold and damp in the transit camp and the air is still and sullen
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and the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
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And I wonder when, I'll be home again and the morning answers never
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And the evening sighs and the steely, Russian skies go on,
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forever...
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Roads To Moscow
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| Al Stewart |
