1. [F#m]Do I hear what I think I’m [C#m]hearing?
[F#m]Do I see the signs I think I [C#m]see?
[D]Or is this just a fantasy? [E][F#m]
Is it true that the [C#m]beast is [F#m]waking
Stirring in his restless [C#m]sleep tonight
In the pale moon-[B]light
[F#m]In the grip of this cold De-[C#m]cember
[F#m]You and I have reason to re-[E]member
Chorus: [A]Soldiers write the [F#m]songs that soldiers sing
The songs that [D]you and I [A]don’t sing
They blow their horns and march [D]along
[A]They drum their drums and look so [F#m]strong
[A]You’d think that nothing in the [D]world was [E]wrong
[A]Soldiers write the [F#m]songs that soldiers sing
The songs that [D]you and I [A]won’t sing
[F#m]Let’s not look the other [C#m]way
[C#7]Taking a [F#m]chance
‘Cause [A]if the bugler starts to [D]play
[E]We too must [A]dance
2. [F#m]What’s that sound, what’s that [C#m]dreadful rumble?
[F#m]Won’t somebody tell me what I [C#m]hear?
[D]In the distance but drawing near [E][F#m]
Is it only a [C#m]storm approach-[F#m]ing?
All that thunder and the [C#m]blinding light
In the winter [B]night
[F#m]In the grip of this cold De-[C#m]cember
[F#m]You and I have reason re-[E]member
