ABBA - Soldiers

      [Intro]
F#m     C#m7   F#m    C#m7

[Verse 1]
F#m              C#m
Do I hear what I think I'm hearing
F#m                  C#m
Do I see the signs I think I see
D                     E  F#m
Or is this just fantasy
                    C#m7
Is it true that the beast is waking
F#m                      C#m7
Stirring in his restless sleep tonight
                B     Bm
In the pale moonlight
F#m                  C#m7
In the grip of this cold December
F#m                  E
You and I have reason to remember

[Chorus]
A                             F#m                           D        Dm
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, the songs that you and I don't sing
                            D           A                        F#m
They blow their horns and march along, they drum their drums and look so strong
A                        D                 E
You'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
A                              F#m                          D        Dm    A
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, the songs that you and I won't sing
F#m                      Fdim  C#7    F#m
Let's not look the other way taking a chance
    A                       D     E          A
And if the bugler starts to play we too must dance

[Verse 2]
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]
A                             F#m                           D        Dm
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, the songs that you and I don't sing
                            D           A                        F#m
They blow their horns and march along, they drum their drums and look so strong
A                        D                 E
You'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
A                              F#m                          D        Dm    A
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, the songs that you and I won't sing
F#m                      Fdim  C#7    F#m
Let's not look the other way taking a chance
    A                       D     E          A
And if the bugler starts to play we too must dance

[Instrumental]
A       F#m    A      D/A    E      E

[Chorus]
A                             F#m                           D        Dm
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, the songs that you and I don't sing
                            D           A                        F#m
They blow their horns and march along, they drum their drums and look so strong
A                        D                 E
You'd think that nothing in the world was wrong
A                              F#m                          D        Dm    A
Soldiers write the songs that soldiers sing, the songs that you and I won't sing
F#m                      Fdim  C#7    F#m
Let's not look the other way taking a chance
    A                       D     E          A
And if the bugler starts to play we too must dance

[Outro]
A       F#m    D      Dm