FAY:
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 are 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 matter, just as long as he comes along!
But not with trumpets or lightning flashing
Or shining armor.
He maybe 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?