When it all comes true
Just the way you planned
It's funny but the bells don't ring
It's a quiet thing.
When you hold the world
In your trembling hand.
You think you'd hear a choir singing
But it's a quiet thing.
There are no exploding fireworks
Where's the roaring of the crowds
Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds
There won't be trumpets or balls of fire
To say he's coming
No roman candles no angel's choir
No sound of distant drumming
He may not be the cavalier
Tall and graceful fair and strong
Doesn't matter just as long as he
Comes along
But not with trumpets or lightning flashing
Or shining armor
He may be daring he may be dashing
Or maybe he's a farmer
I can wait what's another day?
He has lots of hills to climb
And a hero doesn't come till
The nick of time
Don'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 him
Don'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 there
You won't need trumpets
There are no trumpets
Who needs trumpets?
Happiness comes in on tiptoe
Well what d'ya know
It's a quiet thing
A very quiet thing
