So the trumpets fetch a swan king
till the bells to shed their tears,
it's the day that everyone's
been waiting on for years.
The son of Hal, the blacksmith,
with his harp that holds no fear
Is traded out his wild days
till closing time each night
No more cordon -married ladies
with their smiles of sweet delight
No more lazy days and endless nights
and lost and lonely years
He's traded out his wild days
Run the flag of every flagpole,
That this world is full of miracles,
the world is bound to take
And all we've got's today
and all the happiness we make
Well, the mountains lied in disbelief
and the oceans stood amazed
The sky sat there overwhelmed,
while the sun swam in a taze
No one would have guessed it,
the events were all too queer
He traded out his wild days
Run the flag up every flagpole,
That this world is full of miracles
the world is bound to take
And all we've got's today
and all the happiness we make
is lined with hope and promise
it'll make your mama cry, cry, cry
So run the flag up every flagpole,
That this world is full of miracles
the world is bound to take
and all the happiness we make
