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.