round the ole oak tree. I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me. If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the ole oak tree. Bus driver, please look for me. 'Cause I couldn't bear to see
To dream the impossible dream, . To fight the unbeatable foe, . To bearthe unbearable sorrow, . To run where the brave dare not go. . . To right the unrightable wrong, . To love pure and