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? EF#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 EF#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
