Going through my head...

Oh, Sarah, it's more than promises.
Sarah, it must be true.
A country that lets a man like me
Own a car, raise a child, build a life with you...

Beyond that road,
Beyond this lifetime
That car full of hope
Will always gleam!
With the promise of happiness
And the freedom he'll live to know.
He'll travel with head held high,
Just as far as his heart can go
And he will ride--
Our son will ride--
On the wheels of a dream.

45 years later...

...I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood...

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today!

...one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers...