Soldiers

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