The dolls are in their best arrayed
There's going to be a wonderful parade
Hark to the drum, oh, here they come,
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 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.
Daylight is creeping, dollies are sleeping,
In the toy shop window fast;
Soldiers so jolly, think of each dolly,
Dreaming of the night that's past.
When in the morning, without a warning,
Toy man pulls the window shade,
There's no sign the wood brigade
Was ever out upon parade.
Parade of the Wooden Soldiers for Easy/Level 3 Piano Solo