Forever Autumn Lyrics

Jeff Wayne Forever Autumn

JOURNALIST: For three days I fought my way along roads
packed with refugees, the homeless, burdened with boxes
and bundles containing their valuables. All that was of
value to me was in London. By the time I reached their
little red brick house, Carrie and her father were
gone.

JOURNALIST (Sung): The summer sun is fading as the year
grows old,
And darker days are drawing near,
The winter winds will be much colder,
Now you're not here.

I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear,
I wish that I was flying with them.
Now you're not here.

Like the sun through the trees you came to love me,
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away...

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way,
You always loved this time of year.
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now,
Cause you're not here,
Cause you're not here,
Cause you're not here.

JOURNALIST: Fire suddenly leapt from house to house.
The population panicked and ran, and I was swept along
with them, aimless and lost without Carrie. Finally, I
headed eastward for the ocean and my only hope of
survival; a boat out of England.

JOURNALIST (Sung): Like the sun through the trees you
came to love me,
Like a leaf on the breeze you blew away...

A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes,
As if to hide a lonely tear.
My life will be forever autumn,
Cause you're not here,
Cause you're not here,
Cause you're not here.

JOURNALIST: As I hastened through Covent Garden,
Blackfriars and Billingsgate, more and more people
joined the painful exodus. Sad, weary women, their
children stumbling in the street with tears, their men
bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulders with
beggars and outcasts. Dogs snarled and whined, the
horse's bits were covered with foam, and here and there
were wounded soldiers, as helpless as the rest.
We saw tripods wading up the Thames, cutting through
bridges as though they were paper. Waterloo bridge,
Westminster bridge, one appeared above Big Ben.

MARTIANS: Ulla!

JOURNALIST: Never before in the history of the world,
had such a mass of human beings moved and suffered
together. This was no disciplined march, it was a
stampede, without order and without a goal, six million
people unarmed and unprovisioned driving headlong. It
was the beginning of the rout of civilization, of the
massacre of mankind.
A vast crowd buffeted me towards the already packed
steamer. I looked up enviously at those safely on
board... straight into the eyes of my beloved Carrie.
At sight of me she began to fight her way along the
packed deck to the gangplank. At that very moment, it
was raised, and I caught a last glimpse of her
despairing face as the crowd swept me away from her.

JOURNALIST (Sung): Like the sun through the trees you
came to love me,
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away...

Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way,
You always loved this time of year.
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now,
Cause you're not here,
Cause you're not here,
Cause you're not here.