A Quiet Thing There Won T Be Trumpets lyrics

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
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