Текст Nanci Griffith – Armstrong

Black boy in Chicago
Playing in the street
Not near enough to wear
Not near enough to eat

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
He heard a man named Armstrong
Had walked upon the moon

The rivers are getting dirty
The wind is getting bad
Wars 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