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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] their [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] their [bad word] 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.