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.)