Stephen Sondheim There Won't Be Trumpets
[FAYE]
Those smug little men with your 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 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 matters 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 the 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 but 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?
