In the fire by the stream,
We see pictures of the past,
We see pictures of the dreams in pioneers,
We see dreams of weary people,
Finding homes at last.
As they roamed the rolling hills of many years,
Roll on, roll on, you roving covered wagons,
Roll on, roll on, you valiant pioneers,
Roll on, roll on, let nothing dim your vision,
Roll on forever, to ever new frontiers.
by Author Unknown