A Quiet Thing/There Won't Be Trumpets

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'd think you'd hear a choir singing
But it's a quiet thing

There are no exploding fire works
Where's the roaring of the crowd
Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere
Way up here among the clouds

There won't be trumpets
Or bolts of fire
To say he's coming
No Roman candles
Or angels 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 maybe 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
And I can't even say that I care
All I know is the minute you turn
And he's suddenly there

He won't need trumpets
There are no trumpets
Who needs trumpets...

Happiness comes in on tiptoe
Well, what do you know
It's a quiet thing
A very quiet thing...