Testo di The Link

I was walking on the Cherry Hill At the Central Park November's cold wind blowing my face The spirits of a Christmas flowering the people The children running on the grass looking for fun So many races walking on the park So many dreams of respect So many tears shed on the street The link joining God and man The link joining hope and faith So many people, so many races, So many children, so many ways, So much hope, glory and fame So many dreams, future and past