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, he dreams so deep
There's a secret he must hide