♪ 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. ♪
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.
♪ Ulla! ♪
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.
♪ 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. ♪
♪ Ulla! ♪
The steamer began to move slowly away, but on the landward horizon
appeared the silhouette of a fighting machine.
Another came, and another, striding over hills and trees,
plunging far out to sea and blocking the exit of the steamer.
Between them lay the silent, gray, ironclad Thunderchild.
Slowly it moved towards shore, then with a deafening roar
and whoosh of spray it swung about and drove at full speed towards
the waiting Martians.
♪ There were ships of shapes and sizes, ♪
♪ Scattered out along the bay. ♪
♪ And I thought I heard her calling, ♪
♪ As the steamer pulled away. ♪
♪ The invaders must have seen them. ♪
♪ As across the coast they filed. ♪
♪ Standing firm between them, ♪
♪ There lay Thunderchild. ♪
♪ Moving swiftly through the waters, ♪
♪ Cannons blazing as she came, ♪
♪ Brought a mighty metal warlord. ♪
♪ Crashing down in sheets of flame, ♪
♪ Sensing victory was nearing, ♪
♪ Thinking fortune must have smiled, ♪
♪ People started cheering, ♪
♪ "Come on Thunderchild! ♪ ♪ Come on Thunderchild!" ♪
The Martians released their black smoke, but the ship sped on,
cutting down one of the tripod figures.
Instantly, the others raised their heat rays,
and melted the Thunderchild's valiant heart.
♪ Lashing ropes and smashing timbers, ♪
♪ Flashing heat rays pierced the deck, ♪
♪ Dashing hopes for our deliverance, ♪
♪ As we watched the sinking wreck, ♪
♪ With the smoke of battle clearing, ♪
♪ Over graves and waves defiled, ♪
♪ Slowly disappearing, ♪
♪ farewell Thunderchild! ♪
♪ Farewell Thunderchild, ♪ ♪ child, child, child, child... ♪
When the smoke cleared, the little steamer had reached
the misty horizon, and Carrie was safe.
But the Thunderchild had vanished forever, taking with her
man's last hope of victory.
The leaden sky was lit by green flashes, cylinder following cylinder,
and no one and nothing was left now to fight them.
The earth belonged to the Martians.
♪ Ulla! ♪