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

One day I'll walk your soil

One day I'll finally know my soul

One day I'll come to you

To say hello...Vietnam

To say hello...Vietnam

To say Xin Chao…Vietnam