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 Cappola, the helicopter’s roar.
One day I’ll touch your soir.
One day I’ll finally know my soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello… Viet Nam.

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 treets. Show me all I do not know.
Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold.
All i know of you is all the sights of war.
A film by Cappola, the helicopter’s roar.
One day I’ll touch your soir.
One day I’ll finally know my soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello… Viet Nam.

And Buddha’s made of stone watch over me.
My dreams they lead me throungh th 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 soir.
One day I’ll finally know my soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello… Viet Nam.
One day I’ll touch your soir.
One day I’ll finally know my soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello… Viet Nam.
To say hello… Viet Nam.
To say xin chao… Viet Nam.