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
