Soldiers

INTRO: F#m   C#m7   F#m   C#m7 
 
VERSE 
 F#m          C#m7 
Do I hear what I think I‘m hearing 
 F#m               C#m7 
do i see the signs I think I see 
 D                     E  F#m 
or is this just fantasy 
                  C#m7 
is it true that the beast is waking 
 F#m                   C#m7                            B    Bm 
stirring in his restless sleep tonight in the pale moon light 
 F#m              C#m7          F#m 
in the grip of this cold December you and 
              E 
I have reason to remember 
 
CHORUS 
 A                         F#m 
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing 
              D         Dm    A 
the songs that you and I don‘t sing 
                         D 
they blow their horns and march along 
 A                      F#m 
they drum their drums and look so strong 
 A                      D                E 
you‘d think that nothing in the world was wrong 
 A                          F#m 
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing 
              D        Dm     A 
the songs that you and I won‘t sing 
 F#m                   Fdim 
let‘s not look the other way 
 C#7    F#m 
taking a chance 
     A                       D 
cause if the bugler starts to play 
 E         A 
we too must dance 
 
VERSE 
What‘s that sound, what‘s that dreadful rumble 
won‘t somebody tell me what I hear 
in the distance but drawing near 
is it only a storm approaching 
all that thunder and the blinding light in the winter night 
In the grip of this cold December 
you and I have reason to remember 
 
CHORUS 
 
Instrumental:  A F#m A D/A E E 
 
CHORUS 
 
OUTRO:  A F#m D Dm  repeat