Parade of the Wooden Soldiers, Op. 123 - The Crystals

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.

Bayonets flashing,

Music is crashing,

As the wooden soldiers march.

Sabers are clinking,

Soldiers are winking,

At each pretty little maid.

Here they come,

Here they come,

Here they come,

Here they come,

Wooden soldiers on parade.

Interlude

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.

Bayonets flashing,

Music is crashing,

As the wooden soldiers march.

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.