Once, in a town in the black forest
a little white toyshop stood
and the little tin soldier with only one leg
lived in a castle of wood
And across the room, on another shelf
stood a little glass case
and the tiny ballerina lived in there
all in her dress of lace
And from where the little tin soldier stood
they could see each other so clear
and the little tin soldier watched over her
with a love that was so dear
Then, one day, sadness came
the tiny ballerina was sold
the little tin soldier was thrown away
and into the gutter he rolled
The water carried him to the sea
and many far off lands
he made many children happy
as he passed through their tiny hands
And then one day, they met again
in a house in the land of Eire
and as the clocks on the wall struck the midnight hour
they jumped into the fire....
And in that fire they shall stay
forever and a day
for the fire of the lord is the fire of love
just like the peaceful dove
