To ride a horse when the moon is high,
down the street, to the patriots cry
Oh, how I wish it were I,
with the wind in my face on a midnight ride

To run through the streets with a fist in the air
just trying to right the things so unfair
oh, how I wish I'd been there
with loud cries of 'strike!' ringing through the whole square

To walk through the forest with a bow in my hand
wandering free, at one with the land
Oh, I really do think it'd be grand
to sing with the trees as through them I ran

To march forth with a banner waving overhead
blooming roses of yellow, crushed roses of red
Oh, how I wish it was I who had bled
fighting for votes with Alice and Inez

To swing a sword and do a great deed,
save a town from a dragon, a hero on swift steed
Oh, how I wish I had seen
his soul and his sword with God's glory shining

Oh, how I do wish it could be
that I could have been there to see,
to fight, to win, to ride, to run
But I shall go on, toward Future's rising sun.
And perhaps someone else in some new, distant year
will wish that they could have been here.