I don't think I have ever seen that show; I have lived without TV for most of my adult life, though the few years I did have one probably made up for all those years without LOL 
This Al Stewart LP was released in 1973. I loved that it was
not love songs, but historical drama in song
Al Stewart - Roads To Moscow, from Past, Present, Future
[video=youtube;N_ZG6tRGMYk]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_ZG6tRGMYk[/video]
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day, most of our planes
Were destroyed on the ground where they lay
Waiting for orders we held in the wood,
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and our knees
And how that I ever was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viyasma soon fell,
By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
Closer and closer to Moscow they come, riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill,
Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow
And now that I ever was able to see the fire in the air
Glowing red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
Falling back before the gates of Moscow standing in the wings like an avenger
And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll never know, you'll never know
Which way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us
As we're stealing through the blackness of the night
You'll never know, you'll never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming
Two broken Tigers on fire in the night
Flicker their souls to the wind,
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin,
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
At home it'll almost be spring
The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they send out to face us they can't slow us down
And now that I ever was able to see
The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming home now you can taste it in the wind,
The war is over
And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border
And now they ask me of the time that I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
"They only held me for a day, a lucky break", I say
They turn and listen closer
I'll never know, I'll never know
Why I was taken from a line and all the others?
To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
And it's cold and damp in the transit camp and the air is still and sullen
And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home again
And the morning answers never
And the evening sighs and the steely Russian skies go on forever
This Al Stewart LP was released in 1973. I loved that it was
not love songs, but historical drama in song
Al Stewart - Roads To Moscow, from Past, Present, Future
[video=youtube;N_ZG6tRGMYk]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N_ZG6tRGMYk[/video]
They crossed over the border the hour before dawn
Moving in lines through the day, most of our planes
Were destroyed on the ground where they lay
Waiting for orders we held in the wood,
Word from the front never came
By evening the sound of the gunfire was miles away
Ah, softly we move through the shadows, slip away through the trees
Crossing their lines in the mists in the fields on our hands and our knees
And how that I ever was able to see
The fire in the air glowing red silhouetting the smoke on the breeze
All summer they drove us back through the Ukraine
Smolensk and Viyasma soon fell,
By autumn we stood with our backs to the town of Orel
Closer and closer to Moscow they come, riding the wind like a bell
General Guderian stands at the crest of the hill,
Winter brought with her the rains, oceans of mud filled the roads
Gluing the tracks of their tanks to the ground while the sky filled with snow
And now that I ever was able to see the fire in the air
Glowing red silhouetting the snow on the breeze
In the footsteps of Napoleon the shadow figures stagger through the winter
Falling back before the gates of Moscow standing in the wings like an avenger
And far away behind their lines the partisans are stirring in the forest
Coming unexpectedly upon their outposts, growing like a promise
You'll never know, you'll never know
Which way to turn, which way to look, you'll never see us
As we're stealing through the blackness of the night
You'll never know, you'll never hear us
And the evening sings in a voice of amber, the dawn is surely coming
The morning road leads to Stalingrad, and the sky is softly humming
Two broken Tigers on fire in the night
Flicker their souls to the wind,
We wait in the lines for the final approach to begin,
It's been almost four years that I've carried a gun
At home it'll almost be spring
The flames of the Tigers are lighting the road to Berlin
Ah, quickly we move through the ruins that bow to the ground
The old men and children they send out to face us they can't slow us down
And now that I ever was able to see
The eyes of the city are opening now it's the end of the dream
I'm coming home, I'm coming home now you can taste it in the wind,
The war is over
And I listen to the clicking of the train wheels as we roll across the border
And now they ask me of the time that I was caught behind their lines and taken prisoner
"They only held me for a day, a lucky break", I say
They turn and listen closer
I'll never know, I'll never know
Why I was taken from a line and all the others?
To board a special train and journey deep into the heart of holy Russia
And it's cold and damp in the transit camp and the air is still and sullen
And the pale sun of October whispers the snow will soon be coming
And I wonder when I'll be home again
And the morning answers never
And the evening sighs and the steely Russian skies go on forever
