Soldiers lyrics

Do I hear what I think I’m hearing?

Do I see the signs I think I see?

Or is this just a fantasy?

Is it true that the beast is waking,

stirring in his restless sleep tonight

in the pale moonlight?

In the grip of this cold December,

you and I have reason to remember.

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing,

the songs that you and I don’t sing.

They blow their horns and march along,

they drum their drums and look so strong;

you’d think that nothing in the world was wrong.

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing,

the songs that you and I won’t sing.

Let’s not look the other way,

taking a chance,

’cause if the bugler starts to play,

we too must dance.

What’s that sound?

What’s that dreadful rumble?

Won’t somebody tell me what I hear

in the distance but drawing near?

Is it only a storm approaching,

all that thunder and the blinding light

in the winter night?

In the grip of this cold December,

you and I have reason to remember.

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing,

the songs that you and I don’t sing.

They blow their horns and march along,

they drum their drums and look so strong;

you’d think that nothing in the world was wrong.

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing,

the songs that you and I won’t sing.

Let’s not look the other way,

taking a chance,

’cause if the bugler starts to play,

we too must dance.

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing,

the songs that you and I won’t sing.

Let’s not look the other way,

taking a chance,

’cause if the bugler starts to play,

we too must dance.