[Narrator]
No one would have believed, in the last years
Of the nineteenth century, that human affairs were being
Watched from the timeless worlds of space

No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized
As someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm
And multiply in a drop of water

Few men even considered the possibility of life on othеr planets and yet
Across the gulf of spacе, minds immeasurably superior to ours
Regarded this Earth with envious eyes
And slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us

At midnight, on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of
Luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth
Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling
Towards us, came the first of the missiles that were to
Bring so much calamity to Earth

As I watched, there was Another jet of gas
It was another missile, starting on its way

And that's how it was for the next ten nights
A flare, spurting out from Mars - bright green
Drawing a green mist behind it - a beautiful
But somehow disturbing sight
Ogilvy, the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger
He was convinced there could be no living thing
On that remote, forbidding planet

[Chorus: Dan Avidan]
’The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million
To one,' he said
'The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million
To one - but still they come!’

[Narrator]
Then came the night the first missile approached Earth
It was thought to be an ordinary falling star
But next day there was a huge crater in the middle of the Common
And Ogilvy came to examine what lay there:
A cylinder, thirty yards across
Glowing hot... and with faint sounds of movement coming from within

Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and
Ogilvy feared there was a man inside, trying to escape
He rushed to the cylinder
But the intense heat stopped him
Before he could burn himself on the metal

[Chorus: Dan Avidan]
'The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one,' he said
'The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one - but they still come!'
'Yes, the chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one,' he said
'The chances of anything coming from Mars
Are a million to one - but they still come!’