There Won’t Be Trumpets

[FAY]
You smug little men
With your smug little schemes
You forgot one thing:
The rest of the world isn't all like you!

There are heroes in the world
Princes and heroes in the world
And one of them will save us!
Wait and see!
Wait and 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 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
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
And 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?