I know I may be wishing. On a world. That may never be. But I'll keep on wishing. No matter how hopeless. Or foolish. It may seem. I'll keep on wishing. I'll toss my coins in the fountain. Look for clovers in grassy lawns. Search for shooting stars in the night. Cross my fingers and dream on. I know I may be dreaming. Of a world. Far from present day reality. But I'll keep on dreaming. No matter how unrealistic. Or naive. It may seem. Always keep dreaming. And toss your coins in the fountain. Look for clovers in grassy lawns. Search for shooting stars in the night. Cross your fingers and dream on. We must always be thinking. Of a world. As a place of infinite possibilities. And always keep thinking. No matter how hopeless. Or foolish. It may seem. Always keep thinking. And toss our coins in the fountain. Look for clovers in grassy lawns. Search for shooting stars in the night. Cross our fingers and dream on. I'll keep on wishing. We must always keep dreaming. Of a world. With equality and justice. Thinking. There could be a world. Without poverty and sickness. Wishing. Of a world. Without hunger and homelessness. Dreaming. Of a world. Where all people live in peace. Dreaming. Of a world. Dreaming. On a world