[PAPA, spoken] Come close, boys. Listen With the dawning of a new century, your work begins. The work of determining what type of nation we shall be. Behind you, at your back, the boundless riches of a mighty land. Before you, unfolding at your feet... (sung) There's a road, straight ahead There's a century beginning There's a land of opportunity and more It's in your hands now There are dreams to be fed There's a world that's worth the winning There's a legacy of riches that's in store Now it's up to you And you'll see it through If you stay on track And you don't look back It's in your hands now Time to start your journey now Never falter, never rest Until you know You've achieved the very best That you can be Never pausing in your quest For something better just around the corner Up to you to set the course Of where we'll go With the limitless resources You can plumb Keep your eyes on what's afar Not on what we are But what we can become! Follow on where we've led Make the past an underpinning For the future, for the road you must explore As the road extends It gets rough as it ascends And it often bends But it never, ever ends It will take you anywhere you want If you know where you're going It's in your hands now, boys Make of it what you will, but make me proud Make me proud... (Papa falls back on the pillows, dead.)