One Toy Soldier
One toy soldier stands alonewith his drum down by his sideOne toy soldier on his ownwith his drum to keep the timeHe keeps the beatof marching feetHe keeps the beat so trueHe's one small toyfor one small boybut his heart is oh, so blue.
Who can mend my broken drum?Will it be as good as new?I must play when morning comes.If I don't, what shall I do?He keeps the beatof marching feetHe keeps the beat insidewhile children sleepin dreams so deepthere's a secret he must hide.
For he keeps the beatof marching feetHe keeps the beat so trueHe wants to singand hopes to bringHappy holidays to you.
He keeps the beatof marching feetHe keeps the beat insideSomeone has comeTo mend his drumNow his heart lights up with pride.
So, he keeps the beatof marching feetHe keeps the beat so trueWhen morning comesHe plays his drum
Happy holidays to you!Happy holidays to you!Happy holidays to you!Happy holidays to you!Holidays are here again.Holidays are here again.Holidays are here again.Holidays are here again.