Was It a Dream

WAS IT A DREAM A day so bright and golden A country whose sun is proven Where other races come to refuge And not be dumped as the refuse I saw a day where we’ll have leaders Not tugged oriented as rulers A day I saw the canker-worm is no more Where there was no gulf war Where the nation of saint are adore When we fought as it was in troy Alone we are the glory without convoy On Euphrates flows the twelfth aisle I was pure and graced in the seventh tide BUT ALL WAS A DREAM