Quiet Thing

When it all comes true Just the way you'd planned It's funny but the bells don't ring It's a quiet thing When you hold the world In your trembling hand You'd think you'd hear a choir sing It's a quiet thing There are no exploding fireworks Where's the roaring of the crowds Maybe it's the strange new atmosphere Way up here among the clouds But I don't hear the drums And I don't hear the band The sounds I'm told Such moments bring Happiness comes in on tip-toe Well what'd'ya know It's a quiet thing A very - quiet - thing