PARADE OF THE WOODEN SOLDIERS
The toy shop door is locked up tight ,
And ev'rything is quiet for the night,
When 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 ev'ryone.
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.
And ev'rything is quiet for the night,
When 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 ev'ryone.
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.