You have spent all your golden years Waving flags, counting senseless tears Joined the war as an upright son Hit man is dead, so well, you took the gun Where´re you at, little Drummer Boy Were the foregone words your last goodbye You have seen a thousand dying men Will You ever, ever play again Little Drummer Boy, play! Handsome Drummer Boy, play! Loving Drummer Boy, play! Giving Drummer Boy, play! I have missed you for moons and years On my mind my childish tears Disjoined the war as a righteous man Weapons and arms in my ban Oh, I was in love, little Drummer Boy Could never express my last goodbye And the longing will always remain Will You ever, ever play again Little Drummer Boy, play... I come back to my native place Fall into a state of deep disgrace Mum is dead. Well, just as Dad. Our house seems to moan, garden´s overgrown On the lawn my search begins In between tin soldiers' limbs I find you with a desperate look Lying lonesome in my sandpit´s nook