Texty písní Bernadette Peters

Bernadette Peters

There Won't Be Trumpets

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