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 And 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 And soldiers sing the songs That you and I won't sing Let's not look the other way Take it a chance But if the bugle starts to play We do one thing What's that sound? What's that dreadful roar? Won't somebody tell me what I hear? In the distance controlling me Is it only a storm approaching? Or the 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 And 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 And soldiers sing the songs That you and I won't sing Let's not look the other way Take it a chance But if the bugle starts to play We two must stay Soldiers write the songs And soldiers sing the songs That you and I won't sing Let's not look the other way Take it a chance But if the bugle starts to play We two must stay We two must stay