| 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 |
| We too must dance (if the bugler starts to play) |
| We too must dance (if the bugler starts to play) |
| (TO FADE) |