Armstrong – John Stewart

Black boy in Chicago

Playing in the street

Not near enough to wear

Not near enough to eat

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

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 are 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

To watch a man named Armstrong

Walk upon the moon

And I wonder if a long time ago

Somewhere in the universe

They watched a man named Adam

Walk upon the earth