Little Sophie, she shines like the sun

ties a bouquet of meadow flowers and violets

The sky shines glorious blue, as she slowly walks home

She sits alongside her gate

holding her bouquet aganst her cheek



Hears then a song, then a (dust) cloud appears

A little soldier marches up towards her

He has striped pants* and he has a big gun

He marches so proper

A little,(but a) big soldier



Little Sophie, she shouts 'Hello' to you

My name is Sophie, come here and play with me

but the soldier then replies

No, I must hurry on

I shall go to a distant land

The whole world is on fire



(and she said) Can I go with you, I promise to be good

We will be back before nightfall

But then he replies

stay here little friend

for I will come back soon again



and little Sophie, she waited every spring

With the wind pulling towards the north

knows the answers but cannot speak

He will never come back

but still she waits...



*can be ripped or torn pants also