Harry Connick, Jr. - Parade Of The Wooden Soldiers Lyrics
The toy shop door is locked up tightAnd everything is quiet for the nightWhen suddenlyThe clock strikes twelveThe funs begunThe dolls are in their best arrayedTheres going to be a wonderful paradeHark to the drumOh, here they comeCries everyoneHear them all cheeringNow they are nearingTheres the captain stiff as starchBayonets flashingMusic is crashingAs the wooden soldiers marchSabers a-clinkingSoldiers a-winkingAt each little pretty maidHere they come, here they comeHere they come, here they comeWooden soldiers on parade