Paroles
The toy shop door is locked up tight
And everything is quiet for the night.
And suddenly the clock strikes twelve,
The fun's begun!
The dolls are in their best arrayed,
There's going to be a wonderful parade.
Hark to the drum,
Oh, here they come, cries everyone
Hear them all cheering,
Now they are nearing,
There's the captain stiff as starch.
Bayonets flashing,
Music is crashing,
As the wooden soldiers march.
Sabers a-clinking,
Soldiers a-winking,
At each pretty little maid.
Here they come!
Here they come!
Here they come!
Here they come!
Wooden soldiers on parade.
Daylight is creeping,
Dollies are sleeping.
In the toy shop window fast.
Soldiers so jolly,
Think of each dolly,
Dreaming of the night that's past.
When in the morning,
Without warning,
Toyman pulls the window shade,
There's no sign the Wood brigade
Was ever out upon parade.
