Tell me all about this name, that is difficult to say It was given me the day I was born Want to know about the stories of the empire of old My eyes say more of me than what you dare to say All I know of you is all the sights of war A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar One day I'll touch your soil One day I'll finally know your soul One day I'll come to you To say hello... Vietnam Tell me all about my colour, my hair and my little feet That have carried me every mile of the way Want to see your house, your streets Show me all I do not know Wooden sampans, floatings markets, light of gold All I know of you is the sights of war A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar One day I'll touch your soil One day I'll finally know your soul One day I'll come to you To say hello... Vietnam
