Parade of The Wooden Soldiers 1923

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 01 December 2010
2010

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;
sabres 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.
Daylight is creeping,
dollies are sleeping,
in the toyshop window fast;
Soldiers so jolly,
think of each dolly,
dreaming of the night that's past;
When in the morning,
without a warning,
Toyman pulls the window shade
There's no sign the Wood brigade
was ever out upon parade.

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;
sabres 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.
Daylight is creeping,
dollies are sleeping,
in the toyshop window fast;
Soldiers so jolly,
think of each dolly,
dreaming of the night that's past;
When in the morning,
without a warning,
Toyman pulls the window shade
There's no sign the Wood brigade
was ever out upon parade.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Parade of The Wooden Soldiers 1923
Fox-Trot Songs
Music by Leon Jessel
arranged by J.Bodewalt Lampe
© MCMXXII by Edward B.Marks Music Co.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 01 December 2010 at 20.56
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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