Parade Of The Wooden Soldiers — Harry Connick Jr.

The toy shop door is locked up tight

And everything is quiet for the night

When suddenly

The clock strikes twelve

The funs begun

The dolls are in their best arrayed

Theres going to be a wonderful parade

Hark to the drum

Oh, here they come

Cries everyone

Hear them all cheering

Now they are nearing

Theres the captain stiff as starch

Bayonets flashing

Music is crashing

As the wooden soldiers march

Sabers a-clinking

Soldiers a-winking

At each little pretty maid

Here they come, here they come

Here they come, here they come

Wooden soldiers on parade