If you hadn't dreamt that dream of yours just forty years ago,
Then no black would've dreamt, to the whites White House would go.
But you did dream and now we see, history in the making,
Obama beating John McCain and with that victory taking.
It all starts with a dream doesn't it, a dream remarkably rare
A kind of dream that others wouldn't have the guts to dare.
It all starts with a dream, a dream you spread around
And hope some day it takes off and doesn't run aground.

I wish the same would happen, in this precious land of mine
That someone with a dream would make my India shine
We need a man with vision, the ones we have just now
Would sell home hearth and country for the carcass of a sow
We need someone who'd look beyond both religion or race
Someone brave with honesty, written all over his kind face.
We need a dreamer who will dare, dream, and someday send
Someone up like Obama, to change, fix and comprehend.

Martin Luther did you dream oe'er forty years ago,
A black man named Obama would to the White House go?
Martin Luther as you sang that We Shall Overcome
And on that piano thump or on a guitar strum,
That blacks would get those equal rights that all white people had?
That black people would stop having it, so bad and really sad?
This New Year I dream, in this precious land of mine
That someone with such dream will make my India shine!

— Robert Clements