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 boring 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,   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