Drina (Little Soldier Boy) Songtext
von Patti Page

Drina, little wooden soldier boy
Playmate for your little drummer boy
He′ll grow big and tall
And leave you for a living doll, he'll be glad
But you′ll never know it
For if you could show it, you'd be sad
Drina, life is just a big parade
Marching to a wedding serenade

Lovers, when in bloom
Become a happy bride and groom
How they dance, full of gay romance
While wooden hearts are left without a chance


Music, music, swinging, and dancing
Hopping to the polka band
Hoopla, hoopla, happy is the bride
When everybody kisses her hand

Singing and dancing, drinking to the future
Wishing happiness and joy
Someday, Drina, maybe you'll be happy
With another little drummer boy

Lovers when in bloom
Become a happy bride and groom
How they dance, full of gay romance
While wooden hearts are left without a chance

Music, music, swinging, and dancing
Hopping to the polka band
Hoopla, hoopla, happy is the bride
When everybody kisses her on the hand


Singing and dancing, drinking to the future
Wishing happiness and joy
Someday, Drina, maybe you′ll be happy
With another little drummer boy