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