Abba - Soldiers      Do I hear what I think I'm hearing    do i see the signs I think I see    or is this just fantasy    is it true that the beast is waking    stirring in his restless sleep tonight in the pale moonlight    in the grip of this cold December you and I have reason to remember       Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing    the songs that you and I don't sing    they blow their horns and march along    they drum their drums and look so strong    you'd think that nothing in the world was wrong    Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing    the songs that you and I won't sing    let's not look the other way    taking a chance    cause if the bugler starts to play    we too must dance       What's that sound, what's that dreadful rumble    won't somebody tell me what I hear    in the distance but drawing near    is it only a storm approaching    all that thunder and the blinding light in the winter night    In the grip of this cold December    you and I have reason to remember       Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing    the songs that you and I don't sing    they blow their horns and march along    they drum their drums and look so strong    you'd think that nothing in the world was wrong    Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing    the songs that you and I won't sing    let's not look the other way    taking a chance    cause if the bugler starts to play    we too must dance