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,
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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