I follow the, Mosk

va down to Gorky

Park,

listening to the,

wind of

chan

ge

An August summer,

night, soldiers passing

by

listening to the,

wind of

change

,

,

The world is closing

in, and did you ever

think,

that we could be so

close like

bro

thers

,

The futures in the

air can feel it every

where,

a blowin in the

wind of

change

,

Take

me to the

magic of the

moment on a

glory

night, where the

children of

tom

orrow dream a

way,

in the wind of

change

,

Walking down the

street, distant memo

ries,

are buried in the

past for

ever

,

I follow the

Mosk

va down to Gorky

Park,

listen to the

wind of

change

,

Take

me to the

magic of the

moment on a,

glory

night,

where the

children of, tom

orrow share their

dreams

with you and

me,

Take

me to the

magic of the

moment on a,

glory

night,

where the

children of, tom

orrow dream a

way

in the wind of

change,

The wind of change blows straight

in

to the face of time, like a

stormwind

that will ring the freedom,

bell for peace of mind.

let your balalaika,

sing what my guitar wants to

sing

Take

me to the

magic of the,

moment on a

glory

night,

where the

children of, tom

orrow share their

dreams

with you and

me,

Take

me to the

magic of the

moment on a

glory

night, where the

children of tom

orrow dream

a

way

in the wind of

change,

Take

me to the

magic of the

moment on a

glory

night, where the

children of

tom

orrow share their

dreams,

with you and

me

Take

me to the

magic of the,

moment on a

glory

night,

where the

children of, tom

orrow dream a

way

in the wind of

change