There Won't Be Trumpets (Peters Bernadette)

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