Forever Autumn - Jeff Wayne

[00:00.93]Journalist：For three days I fought my way along roads packed with refugees
[00:02.7]The homeless
[00:03.06]Burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables All that was of value to me was in London
[00:05.37]By the time I reached their little red brick house
[00:06.48]Carrie and her father were gone
[00:08.13]The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
[00:11.22]And darker days are drawing near
[00:11.97]The winter winds will be much colder
[00:13.38]Now you're not here
[00:13.98]I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
[00:16.02]And one by one they disappear
[00:16.8]I wish that I was flying with them
[00:17.52]Now you're not here
[00:18.87]Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
[00:19.8]Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
[00:23.16]Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
[00:24.54]You always loved this time of year
[00:25.32]Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
[00:27.3]'Cause you're not here
[00:27.78]'Cause you're not here
[00:28.83]'Cause you're not here
[00:29.19]Journalist：Fire suddenly leapt from house to house
[00:47.67]The population panicked and ran and I was swept along with them
[01:34.619995]Aimless and lost without Carrie Finally I headed eastward for the ocean
[01:36.36]And my only hope of survival：A boat out of England
[01:37.56]Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
[01:38.7]Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
[01:42.15]A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
[01:43.17]As if to hide a lonely tear
[01:44.19]My life will be forever autumn
[01:47.04]'Cause you're not here
[01:48.45]'Cause you're not here
[01:49.56]'Cause you're not here
[01:49.95]Journalist：As I hastened through Covent Garden
[01:50.55]Blackfriars and Billingsgate
[01:50.759995]More and more people joined the painful exodus Sad
[01:51.96]Weary women
[01:52.41]Their children stumbling and streaked with tears
[01:53.79]Their men bitter and angry
[01:54.42]The rich rubbing shoulder with beggars and outcasts
[01:56.4]Dogs snarled and whined
[01:56.91]The horses' bits were covered with foam and here and there were wounded soldiers
[01:58.979996]As helpless as the rest We saw tripods wading up the Thames
[02:00.09]Cutting through bridges as though they were paper
[02:00.93]Waterloo Bridge
[02:01.29]Westminster Bridge One appeared above Big Ben
[02:03.69]Martians：Ulla
[02:03.78]Journalist：Never before in the history of the world had such a mass of human beings moved and suffered together
[02:05.79]This was no disciplined March
[02:06.51]It was a stampede
[02:07.11]Without order and without a goal
[02:07.86]Six million people
[02:08.37]Unarmed and unprovisioned
[02:08.72]Driving headlong It was the beginning of the rout of civilization
[02:10.47]Of the massacre of mankind
[02:13.62]A vast crowd buffeted me toward the already packed steamer I looked up enviously at those safely on board
[02:15.75]Straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie At sight of me she began to fight her way
[02:20.28]Along the packed deck to the gangplank At that very moment it was raised
[02:21.81]And I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd swept me away from her
[02:26.7]Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
[02:28.02]Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
[02:29.1]Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
[02:30.48]You always loved this time of year
[02:31.2]Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
[02:32.13]'Cause you're not here
[02:34.77]'Cause you're not here
[02:35.16]'Cause you're not here
[02:35.91]Martians：Ulla
[02:36.0]Journalist：The steamer began to move slowly away
[02:37.14]But on the landward horizon appeared the silhouette of a fighting machine Another came
[02:38.67]And another
[02:38.97]Striding over hills and plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer
[02:43.08]Between them lay the silent
[02:46.77]Grey Ironclad Thunder Child Slowly it moved towards shore then
[02:49.17]With a deafening roar and whoosh of spray
[02:50.04001]It swung about and drove at full speed towards the waiting Martians