Smug little men with a smug little schemes   They forgot one thing   The play isn't over by a long shot yet      There are heroes in the world   Prince's and heroes in the world   And one of them will save us   We can see, we can see      There won't be trumpets or bolts of fire   To say he's coming   No Roman candles, no angels choir   No sound of distant drumming      He may not be the Cavalcade   Tall and graceful, fair and strong   Doesn't matters just as long as   He comes on home      But not with trumpets or lightning flashing   Or shining armor   It maybe daring, he maybe dashing   Or maybe he's a farmer      We can wait, watch another day   He has lots of hills to climb   And the hero doesn't come   Till the nick of time      The vote for trumpets or whistles tooting   That 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 but I care   All I know is some Meridian turn   Is having some flair      You won't need trumpets   There are no trumpets   Who needs trumpets