Al Stewart's Manuscript looks at the runup to war: 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. And his Fields of France is about the air war: A single biplane in a clear blue sky 1917, no enemy was seen High above the fields of France Oh she looks But there's nothing to see Still she looks Saying come back to me
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