One Toy Soldier - Enya

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!