A man is walking on the moon, with his eyes turn up toward space. And the bright blue world that watches him reflected on his face. But few can see the guiding team that guards him from below. Step by step the longest march can be won, can be won.
Many stones can form an arch, singly none, singly none.
And together what we will can be accomplished still. Many drops can turn a mill, singly none, singly none. Here's a health to the man who walks the moon, and the module crew above. And the team that watches them from the sky with worry, joy and love. To all who blazed the sky-trail, come raise you glasses 'round, And a health to the unknown heroes, too, who never left the ground.