America, the Dream Goes On
America, America, and the dream goes on.
America, America, and the dream goes on.
There's a song in the dust of a country road,
on the wind it comes to call.
And it sings in the farms and the factory towns
and where you'd think there'd be no song at all.
And the words are the words that our fathers heard
as they whistled down the years.
And the name of the song is the name of the dream
and it's music to our ears.
America, America, and the dream goes on.
America, America, and the dream goes on.
And the words that we read on the courthouse walls
are the words that make us free.
And the more we remember the way we began
the closer we get to the best we can be.
Was there ever a time we forgot it's worth
all the struggles and the scares?
If we leave to the children a sky full of hope
and a flag that's filled with stars.
America, America, and the dream goes on.
Remember the voice of Jefferson
and the sound of Thomas Paine.
Lincoln sang at Gettysburg about America.
Listen well to the wind and you can hear
from Oregon to Maine; America, America.
Tho' the voices are changing, the song's the same
as it sings from sea to sea.
And as long as the music is strong and clear,
we'll know that tomorrow will always be free.
America, America and the dream goes on.
America, America and the dream goes on.