America, The Dream Goes On – by John Williams

AMERICA, THE DREAM GOES ON

There's a song in the dust of a country road on a wind that comes to call. And it sings in the farms and the factory towns and where you'd think there's be no song at all.

And the words are the words that a father's heard as they whistle down the years. And the name of the song is the name of the dream that is music to our ears. America, America, and the dream does 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. 

If ever there was a time that we forget its worth, all the struggles, and scars. If we leave to the children a sky full of hope and a flag filled with stars.

There's a song in the dust of a country road. It's a song we must recall. And it sings in the songs of 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 a father's heard as they whistle down the years. And the name of the song is the name of the dream that is music to our ears. America, America, and the dream goes on.

The voices are changing the songs they sing and it sings from sea to sea. And as long as the music is strong and clear we know that tomorrow we'll always be free.

America, America, and the dream goes on.
America, America.
And the dream goes on. 

- John Williams