When it all comes true
Just the way you planned
It's funny but the bells don't ring
It's a quiet thingWhen you hold the world
In your trembling hand
You think you'd hear a choir singing
But it is a quiet thingThere are no exploding fireworks
Where's the roaring of the crowds
Maybe it is the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the cloudsThere won't be trumpets or balls of fire
To say he's coming
No roman candles, no angel's choir
No sound of distant drummingHe may not be the cavalier
Tall and graceful, fair and strong
Doesn't matter just as long as he
Comes alongBut not with trumpets or lightning flashing
Or shining armor
He may be daring, he may be dashing
Or maybe he's a farmerI can wait, what's another day?
He has lots of hills to climb
And a hero doesn't come till
The nick of timeDon't look for trumpets or whistles tooting
To guarantee him
There won't be trumpets, but sure as shooting
You'll know him when you see himDon't know when, don't know where
I can't even say that I care
All I know is the minute you turn
And he's suddenly thereThere won't be trumpets
There are no trumpets
Who needs trumpets?
Happiness comes in on tiptoeWell, what do ya know
It's a quiet thing
A very quiet thing