The toy shop door is locked up tight, And everything 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 everyone.
Hear them all cheering, Now they are nearing, There's the captain stiff as starch. Bayonet's flashing, Music is crashing, As the wooden soldiers march
Sabres 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.
The toy shop door is locked up tight, And everything 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 everyone.
Hear them all cheering, now they are nearing, There's the captain stiff as starch. Bayonet's flashing, music is crashing, As the wooden soldiers march
Hear them all cheering, now they are nearing, There's the captain stiff as starch. Bayonet's flashing, music is crashing, As the wooden soldiers marchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
