[Spoken voice of old man] Radiotype... We’ve got to get excited about that one. I dare not start on what I see as possibilities for the future. My horizon for that machine goes so far out, I don’t dare to stop to think about it. [Verse 1] In '31, a spark ignites, Lemmon, Fitch, and Nicolson’s sights. Typewriters bound by radio’s thread, Words leap forth, where angels dread. Watson dreamed of worlds entwined, Bought the future, peace defined. Byrd to frozen wastes did sail, “WATSON” echoed, without fail. [Chorus] Radiotype, a beacon bright, Cuts the dark with piercing light. Unites the earth in swift embrace, Yet shadows lurk in every trace. A signal strong - surpassing borders Ink ribbons struck - printing orders [Verse 2] Then came war, the world ablaze, Radiotype in secret’s haze. Signal Corps, with coded breath, Sent life and death, directed wrath. Post-war, Fitch’s genius shone, Translator born, no tongue alone. From UN’s stage to every land, A legacy as Watson planned. [Bridge] From Antarctica’s icy breath, To war’s grim dance with life and death, The Radiotype, a double-edged sword, Connects and controls, in equal accord. [Chorus] Radiotype, a beacon bright, Cuts the dark with piercing light. Unites the earth in swift embrace, Yet shadows lurk in every trace. A signal strong - surpassing borders Ink ribbons struck - printing orders
