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
