....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

And Buddha's 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 roots, my begin

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

**To say hello... Vietnam. To say xin chao... Vietnam../.