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