One toy soldier stands alone,
With his drum down by his side.
One toy soldier on his own,
With his drum to keep the time.
He keeps the beat
Of marching feet,
He keeps the beat so true!
He's one small toy
For one small boy…
But his heart is oh, so blue!
“Who can mend my broken drum?
Will it be as good as new?
I must play when morning comes!
If I don't, what shall I do?..”
He keeps the beat
Of marching feet,
He keeps the beat inside,
While children sleep
In dreams so deep.
There's a secret he must hide.
For he keeps the beat
Of marching feet,
He keeps the beat so true!
He wants to sing
And hopes to bring
Happy holidays to you.
He keeps the beat
Of marching feet,
He keeps the beat inside.
Someone has come
To mend his drum –
Now his heart lights up with pride.
So, he keeps the beat
Of marching feet,
He keeps the beat so true!
When morning comes
He plays his drum:
“Happy holidays to you!”
Happy holidays to you!
Happy holidays to you!
Happy holidays to you!
Holidays are here again,
Holidays are here again,
Holidays are here again,
Holidays are here again!