The toy shop door is locked up tight   And everything is quiet for the night   When suddenly   The clock strikes twelve   The fun's begun      The dolls are in their best arrayed   There's going to be a wonderful parade   Hark to the drum   Oh, here they come   Cries 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 little pretty maid      Here they come, here they come   Here they come, here they come   Wooden soldiers on parade