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
Sabers a-clinking
Soldiers a-winking
At each
Little pretty maid
Here they come
Here they come
Here they come
Here they come
Wooden soldiers
On parade
