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