Soldiers

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

Copyright 1981 for the world by UNION SONGS AB, Stockholm, Sweden
Universal/Union Songs AB


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