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 thats gone
And they smiled again