Dawn Upshaw Follow

Those smug little men with their smug little schemes
They forgot one thing:
The play isn't over by a long shot yet!
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 blots of fire
To say he's coming.
No Roman candles, no angels' choir,
No sound of distant drumming.
He may not be a 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,
There won't be trumpets!
There are no trumpets!
Who needs trumpets?