Soldiers - Barbara Dickson

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

We too must dance (if the bugler starts to play)

We too must dance (if the bugler starts to play)

(TO FADE)