Do I hear what I think I'm hearin'?
Do I see the signs, I think I see?
Or is this just fantasyIs 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 rememberSoldiers 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 nothin' in the world was wrongSoldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won't sing
Let's not look the other way, takin' a chance
'Cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must danceWhat's that sound, what's that dreadful rumble?
Won't somebody tell me what I hear?
In the distance but drawin' nearIs 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 rememberSoldiers 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 nothin' in the world was wrongSoldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won't sing
Let's not look the other way, takin' a chance
'Cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must danceSoldiers write the songs that soldiers sing
The songs that you and I won't sing
Let's not look the other way, takin' a chance
'Cause if the bugler starts to play
We too must dance