There Won't Be Trumpets Nor a "He"

There is a song called "There Won't Be Trumpets", here's the lyrics: 

Those smug little men with their smug little schemesThey 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 fireTo 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 flashingOr 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 heroDoesn't come till the nick of time!Don't look for trumpets or whistles tootingTo guarantee him!There won't be trumpets, but sure as shootingYou'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 turnAnd he's suddenly there,There won't be trumpets!There are no trumpets!Who needs trumpets?

One revision needs to be made, now that the true hero has arrived on the scene and clarified matters,  behind a he, is a she-- our inner twins and their inner twin world.