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 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 Autumns 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 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 Like the sun through the trees you came to love me Like a leaf on a 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 As I hastened through Covent Garden, Blackfriars and Billingsgate More and more people joined the painful exodus Sad, weary woman, their children stumbling and streaked with tears Their men bitter and angry, the rich rubbing shoulder with beggars and outcasts Dogs snarled and whined, the horses 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 un-provisioned, driving headlong It was the beginning of the rout of civilisation, of the massacre of mankind A vast crown buffeted me toward the already packed steamer I looked up enviously at those safely onboard 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 Autumns 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

The hammering from the pit and the pounding of guns Grew louder. My fear rose at the sound of someone creeping into the House. Then I saw it was a young Artilleryman, weary, streaked with blood and dirt. Anyone here? Come in. Here, drink this. Thank you. What's happened? They wiped us out. Hundreds dead, maybe thousands. The Heat Ray? The Martians! They were inside the hoods of machines they'd made. Massive metal things on legs! Giant machines that walked. They attacked us! They wiped us out! Machines? Fighting machines! Picking up men and bashing 'em against trees. Just hunks of metal, but they knew exactly what they were doing. Mmm. There was another cylinder came last night. Yes. It looked bound for London. London! Carrie! I hadn't dreamed there could be danger to Carrie and her Father, so many miles away. I must go to London at once. And me. Got to report to headquarters if there's anything left of it. At Byfleet we came upon an inn, but it was deserted. Is everybody dead? Not everybody. Look! Six cannons with gunners standing by. [Artilleryman: ] Bows and arrows against the Lightning. They haven't seen the Heat Ray yet. We hurried along the road to Weybridge. Suddenly, There was a heavy explosion. The ground heaved, Windows shattered and gusts of smoke erupted in the air. Look! There they are! What did I tell you? Quickly, one after the other, Four of the fighting machines appeared. Monstrous tripods, Higher than the tallest steeple, Striding over pine trees and smashing them. Walking engines of glistening metal. Each carried a huge funnel and I realized With horror that I'd seen this awful thing before. A fifth machine appeared on the far bank. It raised itself to full height, Flourished the funnel high in the air - and the ghostly terrible Heat Ray struck the town. As it struck, All five fighting machines exulted, Emitting deafening howls that roared like thunder. Ulla! Ulla! The six guns we had seen now fired simultaneously, Decapitating a fighting machine. The Martian inside the hood was slain, splashed to the four winds, And the body, nothing now but an intricate device of metal, Went whirling to destruction. As the other monsters advanced, People ran away blindly, the artilleryman among them, But I jumped into the water and hid until forced up to breathe. Now the guns spoke again, But this time the heat ray sent them to oblivion. Ulla! With a white flash, The Heat Ray swept across the river. Scalded, Half-blinded and agonized, I staggered through leaping, Hissing water towards the shore, I fell helplessly, In full view of the Martians, expecting nothing but death. The foot of a fighting machine came down close to my head, Then lifted again, As the four Martians carried away the debris of their Fallen comrade. . and I realized that by a miracle I had escaped. Ulla! Ulla! Ulla!

It's true, it's true, the crown has made it clear The climate must be perfect all the year A law was made a distant moon ago here July and August cannot be too hot And there's a legal limit to the snow here in Camelot The winter is forbidden till December And exits March the second on the dot By order, summer lingers through September in Camelot Camelot: Camelot I know it sounds a bit bizarre But in Camelot: Camelot That's how conditions are The rain may never fall till after sundown By eight, the morning fog must disappear In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot For happily ever after in than here in Camelot Camelot: Camelot I know it gives a person pause But in Camelot: Camelot Those are the legal laws The snow may never slush upon the hillside By nine p.m. the moonlight must appear In short, there's simply not a more congenial spot For happily ever after in than here in Camelot