Вступление
INTRO: F#mC#m7F#mC#m7
(VERSE) (F#m) Do I hear what I (C#m7) think I'm hearing
(F#m) do i see the signs I (C#m7) think I see
(D) or is this just fantasy (E) (F#m)
is it true that the (C#m7) beast is waking
(F#m) stirring in his restless (C#m7) sleep tonight in the pale moon (B) light (Bm)
(F#m) in the grip of this (C#m7) cold December (F#m) you and I have reason (E) to remember
(CHORUS) (A) Soldiers write the songs that (F#m) soldiers sing
the songs that (D) you and I (Dm) don't (A) sing
they blow their horns and (D) march along
(A) they drum their drums and (F#m) look so strong
(A) you'd think that nothing (D) in the world was (E) wrong
(A) Soldiers write the songs that (F#m) soldiers sing
the songs that (D) you and I (Dm) won't (A) sing
(F#m) let's not look the other (Fdim) way
(C#7) taking a (F#m) chance
cause (A) if the bugler starts to (D) play
(E) we too must (A) 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: AF#mAD/AEE
(CHORUS)
OUTRO: AF#mDDm (repeat)
F#m: 244222
C#m7: x46454
Fdim: x23131
D/A: x0423x
C#7: x46464
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