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