The little toy dog is covered with dust
And sturdy and staunch he stands
And the little tin soldier is red with rust
And the musket molds in his hands
Time was when the little dog was new
And the soldier was passing fair
Ah, but that was when our little boy blue
Kissed them and put them there
"Don't you go till I come," he said
"And don't you make any noise"
So toddling off to his trundle bed
He dreamt of the pretty toys
But as he was dreaming an angel's song
Awakened our little boy blue
Oh, the years are many, the years are long
But the little toy friends are true
"Don't you go till I come," he said
"And don't you make any noise"
So toddling off to his trundle bed
He dreamt of the pretty toys
Faithful to little boy blue they stand
Each one in the same old place
Awaiting the touch of a little hand
And the smile of a little face
Sure they wonder as waiting the long year through
In the dust of that little chair
What has become of our little boy blue
Since he kissed them and put them there?
"Don't you go till I come," he said
"And don't you make any noise"
So toddling off to his trundle bed
He dreamt of the pretty toys
