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