Lyric 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 think you d hear a choir singing
But it is a quiet thing
There are no exploding fireworks
Where s the roaring of the crowds
Maybe it is 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