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 helicopters roar.
One day Ill touch your soil.
One day Ill finally know your soul.
One day Ill 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, floating markets, light of gold.
All I know of you is the sights of war.
A film by Coppola, the helicopters roar.
One day Ill touch your soil.
One day Ill finally know your soul.
One day Ill come to you.
To say hello Vietnam.
And Buddhas made of stone watch over me. My dreams they lead me through the fields of rice.
In prayer, in the light I see my kin.
I touch my tree, my root... my begin.
One day Ill touch your soil.
One day Ill finally know your soul.
One day Ill come to you.
To say hello Vietnam.
One day Ill walk your soil.
One day Ill finally know your soul.
One day Ill come to you.
To say hello Vietnam.
To say hello Vietnam.
To say xin chao Vietnam
