How lucky those, who from his lips
Heard Columbus sing his ships
Who paced the halls and offered prayers
Knowing that his goal was theirs
And when he saw the voyage through
They reveled in the flag he flew
And even more in fortune, they
Who welcomed Charles at Le Bourget
A photo, for that moment stands
Old Glory in a thousand hands
When Korolev began the race
He launched a rocket into space
With his success, the papers said
The sky was theirs, the moon is Red
Now, for myself, I’ve crossed no seas
I have no glories such as these
But of great moments, I count one
I was alive when it was done
What price in fire and treasure made
That Gus and Ed and Roger paid
And all the prayers we prayed and prayed
That in our lives, one wish was granted
To be part of the flag they planted
