Soldiers

(album: The Visitors - 1981)

Do I hear what I think I'm hearin'?
Do I see the signs, I think I see?
Or is this just fantasy

Is it true that the beast is wakin'?
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 drum their drums 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 dreadful rumble?
Won't somebody tell me what I hear?
In the distance but drawing near

Is it only a storm approachin'?
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 drum their drums 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