Текст песни Manuscript (2007 Remastered Version) - Al Stewart
                                                Prince 
                                                Louis 
                                                Battenberg 
                                                is 
                                                burning 
                                                the 
                                                Admiralty 
                                                lights 
                                                down 
                                                low
 
                                    
                                
                                                Silently 
                                                sifting 
                                                through 
                                                papers 
                                                sealed 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                crown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Admiral 
                                                Lord 
                                                Fisher 
                                                is 
                                                writing 
                                                to 
                                                Churchill, 
                                                calling 
                                                for 
                                                more 
                                                Dreadnoughts
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                houses 
                                                in 
                                                Hackney 
                                                are 
                                                all 
                                                falling 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                my 
                                                grandmother 
                                                sits 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                beach 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                before 
                                                the 
                                                war
 
                                    
                                
                                                Young 
                                                girl 
                                                writing 
                                                her 
                                                diary, 
                                                while 
                                                time 
                                                seems 
                                                to 
                                                pause
 
                                    
                                
                                                Watching 
                                                the 
                                                waves 
                                                as 
                                                they 
                                                come 
                                                one 
                                                by 
                                                one 
                                                to 
                                                die 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                shore
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kissing 
                                                the 
                                                feet 
                                                of 
                                                England
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                the 
                                                lights 
                                                of 
                                                Saint 
                                                Petersburg 
                                                come 
                                                on 
                                                as 
                                                usual
 
                                    
                                
                                                Although 
                                                the 
                                                air 
                                                seems 
                                                charged 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                strangeness 
                                                of 
                                                late, 
                                                yet 
                                                there's 
                                                nothing 
                                                to 
                                                touch
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                Tsar 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                great 
                                                Winter 
                                                Palace 
                                                has 
                                                called 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                foreign 
                                                news
 
                                    
                                
                                                An 
                                                archduke 
                                                was 
                                                shot 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                Bosnia, 
                                                but 
                                                nothing 
                                                much
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                my 
                                                grandmother 
                                                sits 
                                                before 
                                                the 
                                                mirror 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                days 
                                                before 
                                                the 
                                                war
 
                                    
                                
                                                Smiling 
                                                    a 
                                                secret 
                                                smile 
                                                as 
                                                she 
                                                goes 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                young 
                                                man 
                                                rides 
                                                off 
                                                in 
                                                his 
                                                carriage, 
                                                homeward 
                                                once 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                sun 
                                                sets 
                                                gently 
                                                on 
                                                England
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ah 
                                                the 
                                                day 
                                                we 
                                                decided 
                                                to 
                                                drive 
                                                down 
                                                to 
                                                Worthing, 
                                                it 
                                                rained 
                                                and 
                                                rained
 
                                    
                                
                                                Giving 
                                                us 
                                                only 
                                                    a 
                                                minute 
                                                to 
                                                stand 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                sea
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                crunching 
                                                my 
                                                way 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                shingles, 
                                                it 
                                                seemed 
                                                there 
                                                was 
                                                nothing 
                                                changed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                the 
                                                jetty 
                                                was 
                                                maybe 
                                                more 
                                                scarred 
                                                that 
                                                I'd 
                                                known 
                                                it 
                                                to 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                Mandi 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                stood 
                                                and 
                                                stared 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                overcast 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                ten 
                                                years 
                                                ago 
                                                we 
                                                had 
                                                stood, 
                                                my 
                                                Grandfather 
                                                and 
                                                I
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                waves 
                                                still 
                                                rushed 
                                                in 
                                                as 
                                                they 
                                                had 
                                                the 
                                                year 
                                                that 
                                                he 
                                                died
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                seemed 
                                                that 
                                                my 
                                                lifetime 
                                                was 
                                                shrunken 
                                                and 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                tide
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                it 
                                                rose 
                                                and 
                                                fell 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                side 
                                                of 
                                                England
 
                                    
                                
                                                Prince 
                                                Louis 
                                                Battenberg 
                                                is 
                                                burning 
                                                the 
                                                Admiralty 
                                                lights
 
                                    
                                 
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