Do I hear what I think Im hearin?
Do I see the signs, I think I see?
Or is this just fantasy

Is it true that the beast is wakin?
Stirrin 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 dont sing
They blow their horns and march along
They drum their drums and look so strong
Youd think that nothin in the world was wrong

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I wont sing
Lets not look the other way, takin a chance
Cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must dance



Whats that sound, whats that dreadful rumble?
Wont somebody tell me what I hear?
In the distance but drawin near

Is it only a storm approachin?
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 dont sing
They blow their horns and march along
They drum their drums and look so strong
Youd think that nothin in the world was wrong

Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I wont sing
Lets not look the other way, takin 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 wont sing
Lets not look the other way, takin a chance
Cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must dance