Children of the Sun

Mr Armstrong I do realize that when you were on the surface of the Moon you had very

little time for gazing upwards but could you tell us something about what the sky
actually looks like from the Moon – the Sun, the Earth and the stars if any and so
on?
Well I take another drag and let my mind unwind

staring deep into my father's eyes
I said "Oh Man, you are just like I am".
He says "Young Man, the world is in your hands".
Looking up into clear blue skies

a mirror for all of human kindness.
I say, old man you are just like I am,
He says "Young Man, the world is in your hands".
We are the stars of golden galaxies,

travelling hearts move by electricity.
We are, we are the lucky ones,
we are, we are the children of the sun.
Escape down this dark and winding road,

looking for gold, I am never coming home.
Old man you are just like I am,
He says "Young Man, the world is in your hands".
Unbreak my heart, fix these holes,

I'm just a boy with a lonely soul.
I say, "Old Man you are just like I am",
He says "Young Man, the world is in your hands".
We are the stars of golden galaxies,

travelling hearts move by electricity.
We are, we are the lucky ones,
we are, we are the children of the sun.
Children of this galaxy, open up your eyes and you will see.
We are, we are, we are, we are the children of the sun.
We are the stars of golden galaxies,
hearts move by electricity.
We are, we are, we are, we are the children of the sun.