I came to the forest where Willie had his dream
And I walked in his Footsteps, and I surveyed the scene
Saw the birds in the branches, high above the falling leaves
That carpeted the moss, on the banks of the flowing stream
And the song of the forest, and the breeze among the trees, was this
All must have a dream, All must have a hope
Something to believe, a road to follow
All must have a dream, must have a hope