The Little Tin Soldier 1921

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 25 Apr 2009
2009

Let's leave all our cares
and our troubles behind
together the stairs
of our mem'ry we'll climb,
there'll be dust, maybe rust,
but we'll just brush away
all the cobwebs of time
all the shadows of grey
that have crept o'er the wonderful past
and we'll each one discover at last.

There's a little Tin Soldier
or a little rag doll
all forlorn in a corner
or the dreams of us all,
when they picture sweet faces
echo voices long still,
in each heart they find places
that no other can fill,
tho' the soldier is battered
and his paint is all gone,
or the dolly is tattered
and her dress is all torn,
we will find when we're older
sweetest mem'ries of all
are the Little Tin Soldier
or The Little Rag Doll.

There's a little Tin Soldier
or a little rag doll
all forlorn in a corner
or the dreams of us all,
when they picture sweet faces
echo voices long still,
in each heart they find places
that no other can fill,
tho' the soldier is battered
and his paint is all gone,
or the dolly is tattered
and her dress is all torn,
we will find when we're older
sweetest mem'ries of all
are the Little Tin Soldier
or The Little Rag Doll.

We've wandered along
o'er the path of the years
tho' sometimes a song
there has sometimes been tears,
when we count the amount
of our treasures and joys
we find none will compare
to the days with our toys,
they are broken and faded their hue
but in dreams they are shiny and new.

There's a little Tin Soldier
or a little rag doll
all forlorn in a corner
or the dreams of us all,
when they picture sweet faces
echo voices long still,
in each heart they find places
that no other can fill,
tho' the soldier is battered
and his paint is all gone,
or the dolly is tattered
and her dress is all torn,
we will find when we're older
sweetest mem'ries of all
are the Little Tin Soldier
or The Little Rag Doll.

There's a little Tin Soldier
or a little rag doll
all forlorn in a corner
or the dreams of us all,
when they picture sweet faces
echo voices long still,
in each heart they find places
that no other can fill,
tho' the soldier is battered
and his paint is all gone,
or the dolly is tattered
and her dress is all torn,
we will find when we're older
sweetest mem'ries of all
are the Little Tin Soldier
or The Little Rag Doll.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
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piano 3
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lyric
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The Little Tin Soldier 1921
Music by James F. Hanley
Lyrics by Darl McBoyle
© MCMXXI by Shapiro, Bernstein & Co. - New York
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Saturday 25 April 2009 at 15.11
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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