Larry Clinton, Ford Leary and Larry Clinton & His Orchestra - Parade of the Wooden Soldiers

All the toy shop door is locked up tight
And everything was quiet for the night
When suddenly the clock strikes one
The fun's begun

The dolls are in their best arrayed
There's going to be a wonderful parade
Hark to the drum, now here they come
Come on, everyone

Hear them all cheering, now they are nearing
There's the captain stiff as starch
Bayonet's flashing, music is crashing
As the wooden soldiers march

Sabers a-clinking, soldiers a-winking
At each pretty little maid
Here they come, here they come
The wooden soldiers on parade

Daylight is creeping, dollies are sleeping
In the toy shop window fast
Soldiers so jolly, think of each dolly
Dreaming of the night that's past

When in the morning without a warning
Toy man pulls the window shade
There's no sign the wood brigade
Was ever out upon parade

There's no sign the wood brigade
Was ever out upon parade

Written by:
BALLARD MACDONALD, LEON JESSEL

Publisher:
Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC

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