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ROADS TO MOSCOW Al Stewart
[Em]They crossed over the border, the [D]hour before [Em]dawn
[D]Moving in lines through the [Cmaj7]day
[G]Most of our planes were des[D]troyed on the ground
Where they [Am]lay
[Em]Waiting for orders we [D]held in the [Em]wood
[D]Word from the front never [Cmaj7]came
By [G]evening the sound of the [D]gunfire was miles a[Am]way
Ah, [E]softly we move through the shadows
Slip [Fmaj7]away through the trees
[E]Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields
On our [Fmaj7]hands and our knees
[C]And all that I [G]ever
[C]Was able to [G]see
[E]The fire in the [Am]air glowing [G]red
Silhou[Fmaj7]etting the [G]smoke on the [Fmaj7]breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viasma soon fell
By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
Closer and closer to Moscow they come
Riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill
Winter brought with her the rains
Oceans of mud filled the roads
Glueing the tracks of their tanks to the ground
While the sky filled with snow
And all that I ever
Was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red
Silhouetting the dust on the breeze Am G Fmaj7
In the [Am]footsteps of Napoleon the [G]shadow figures
Through the [Fmaj7]winter
[Am]Falling back before the gates of Moscow, [G]standing in the
Wings like an av[Fmaj7]enger
And [Am]far away behind their lines the [G]partisans are stirring
In the [Fmaj7]forest
[Am]Coming unexpectedly u[G]pon their outposts
Growing like a [Fmaj7]promise
You'll never [Am]know, you'll never know which way to
[G]Turn, which way to look, you'll never [Fmaj7]see us
As we're [Am]stealing through the blackness of the [G]night
You'll never know, you'll never [Fmaj7]hear us
And the [G]evening sings in a [Fmaj7]voice of amber
The [E]dawn is surely [Fmaj7]coming
The [G]morning roads leads to [Fmaj7]Stalingrad, and the [E]sky is
Softly [Fmaj7]humming
Two broken Tigers on fire in the night
Flicker their souls to the wind
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
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
The eyes of the city are opening
Now it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming home, 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 that 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 lines 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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