The waters of Central Park are an ocean
We dance on it when night comes
And watch the people go by
Holding the hands of their daughters
Under the casket of the sky
Like a music-box filled with stars.

On evenings when the rain fell
Grandfather and I used to walk
Through the flowers of Central Park
The red leaves at our feet
The childrens' laughter followed us
Like a wolf howling up at the moon.

Let us go through Central Park
Angels tiptoe in the dark
The fairy-woman shows the way
And the sun makes a net on the water
Down, down the leaves will fall
And the people there won't see us at all
When I am a boy, in Central park, in the rainy season