John Stewart Armstrong
Black boy in Chicago
Playing in the street
Not enough to wear
Not near enough to eat
But don't you know he saw it
On a July afternoon
He saw a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon
Young girl in Calcutta
Barely eight years old
The flies that swarm the market place
Will see she don't get old
But don't you know she heard it
On that July afternoon
She heard a man named Armstrong
Had walked upon the moon
She heard a man named Armstrong
Had walked upon the moon
The rivers are getting' dirty
The wind is getting bad
War and hate is killing off
The only earth we have
But the world all stopped to watch it
On that July afternoon
To watch a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon
To watch a man named Armstrong
Walk upon the moon
Oh I wonder if a long time ago
Somewhere in the universe
They watched a man named Adam
Walk upon the earth
