I follow the MoskvaDown to Gorky ParkListening to the wind of changeAn August summer nightSoldiers passing byListening to the wind of changeThe world is closing inAnd did you ever think?That we could be so close?Like brothersThe future's in the airI can feel it everywhereBlowing with the wind of changeTake me to the magic of the momentOn a glory nightWhere the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)In the wind of change(Mmmmmmm)Walking down the streetAnd distant memoriesAre buried in the past foreverI follow the MoskvaAnd down to Gorky ParkListening to the wind of changeTake me (take me) to the magic of the momentOn a glory night (a glory night)Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams (share their dreams)With you and me (you and me)Take me (take me) to the magic of the momentOn a glory night (a glory night)Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)In the wind of change (wind of change)The wind of change blows straightInto the face of timeLike a storm wind that will ringThe freedom bell for peace of mindLet your balalaika singWhat my guitar wants to sing (sing)Take me (take me) to the magic of the momentOn a glory night (a glory night)Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams (share their dreams)With you and me (you and me)Take me (take me) to the magic of the momentOn a glory night (a glory night)Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)In the wind of change (wind of change)
Holland has only been a settled city for a little over 170 years. But, it's got a dense, unique history. I took an interest in local history during my college years at Northern Michigan University, and was able to take that interest back home after graduation. Recently, I began researching for this blog, and hanging out at the library, poring through the Local History section. I found an old, forboding looking book, entitled Memorials Of The Grand River Valley, flipped open to a seemingly random page, and read the passage "The Indian village, near the southeastern limits of the city,w as also a prominent landing-place. The log-houses, built by the Indians, were of great service to the newly arrived immigrants; and, as it appears, there never has been any trouble between the Red man and the Dutchman." This piqued my interest, as I live near the southeastern limits of Holland. Was there an Indian village in my own neighborhood that history forgot? Memorials ad...
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