The toy shop door is locked up tight
And ev’rything 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 ev’ryone
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