Quiet Men

Waiting, we were waiting

As the traffic moved through all our hearts and our heads

But things were different then

For the quiet men Shifting, things were shifting

Through the walls and halls, there were no walls at all

For the quiet friends

Of the quiet men Oh, the quiet men

Oh, the quiet men Springtime, there was sunshine

Through the window panes, down all the

English lanes Where they walked again

The quiet men Talking, they were talking

Of the times to come and all the time that's gone

And they smiled again