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 boring 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
There won’t be 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
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