Roads To Moscow de Al Stewart

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		   ROADS TO MOSCOW


Em                                D           Em
They crossed over the border, the hour before dawn
D                           Cmaj7
Moving in lines through the day
G                          D
Most of our planes were destroyed on the ground
           Am
Where they lay
Em                    D           Em
Waiting for orders we held in the wood
D                         Cmaj7
Word from the front never came
   G                        D                  Am
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
    E
Ah, softly we move through the shadows
     Fmaj7
Slip away through the trees
E
Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields
       Fmaj7
On our hands and our knees
C              G
And all that I ever
C           G
Was able to see
E               Am          G
The fire in the air glowing red
      Fmaj7      G            Fmaj7
Silhouetting the smoke on the 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

       Am                        G
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures
            Fmaj7
Through the winter
Am                                       G
Falling back before the gates of Moscow, standing in the
                Fmaj7
Wings like an avenger
    Am                              G
And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring
       Fmaj7
In the forest
Am                   G
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts
               Fmaj7
Growing like a promise
             Am
You'll never know, you'll never know which way to
G                                     Fmaj7
Turn, which way to look, you'll never see us
         Am                                    G
As we're stealing through the blackness of the night
                                Fmaj7
You'll never know, you'll never hear us
        G                  Fmaj7
And the evening sings in a voice of amber
    E              Fmaj7
The dawn is surely coming
    G                      Fmaj7               E
The morning roads leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is
       Fmaj7
Softly 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