A winning goal, a distant dream,
Another step for Rochdale’s team.
A rung a game, home or away
The points mount for that final day.
Promotion calls, the dizzy height,
The daily slog, the weekly fight.
Three points at home, a point away,
It matters not, take as you may.
The lowest tier, too many years,
So close to winning, so close to tears?
We dare to hope, this Rochdale team
Promotion calls, we dare to dream.