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 its a quiet thing

There are no exploding fireworks

Where's the boring of the crowds

Maybe its 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,

Doesnt 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