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F#m              C#m
Do I hear what I think I'm hearing
F#m                  C#m
Do I see the signs I think I see
D                E     F#m
Or is this just fantasy
                    C#m7
Is it true that the beast is waking
F#m                       C#m7
Stirring in his restless sleep tonight
                 B   Bm
In the pale moonlight
F#m                  C#m7
In the grip of this cold December
F#m                    E
You and I have reason to remember

Chorus:
 A                             F#m
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing,
                D        Dm     A
the songs that you and I don't sing
                           D
They blow their horns and march along,
  A                        F#m
they drum their drums and look so strong
A                        D                  E
You'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
 A                             F#m
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing,
                D        Dm     A
the songs that you and I won't sing
F#m                      Fdim C#7      F#m
Let's not look the other way taking a chance
     A                         D   E           A
'Cos 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 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

chorus

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