There Won’t Be Trumpets (Live)
[Spoken]
Last year I had, um, the great pleasure of being with a fabulous cast. It was Angela Lansbury, and it was Scott Bakula, and Madeleine Kahn, and it was a concert version of "Anyone Can Whistle" for GMHC, yet again. And, um, it was a show written by Steven Sondheim and Arthur Laurents, and Arthur, are you here tonight? Can you stand up and take the bow please? Arthur Laruents, who also wrote Gypsy!
Well I sang an amazing song on this amazing evening, and I'm going to sing it for you now.
[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 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 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
'Til 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
There won't be trumpets!
There are no trumpets!
Who needs trumpets?