Soldiers

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 --- Soldiers - ABBA