There Won't Be Trumpets

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 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

We can wait—what's another day?

He has lots of hills to climb

And a hero doesn't come

'Til 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

And I can't even say that I care

All I know is, the minute you turn

He's suddenly there

You won't need trumpets!

There are no trumpets!

Who needs trumpets?