Old Hanoi - Nanci Griffith

Old Hanoi - Nanci Griffith
Where are all the Satchel Boys
Selling books outside the Metripole
Books to read in English
Books of light and sorrows
Of this foreign land
They are gone
They're flown away
Where are all the cyclos
With their drivers pedaling grace
Crowded out by motorbike
Confined to lesser space
In old Hanoi
They grew wings
They're flown away
In the words of Graham Greene
Like the Quiet American
Searching these sacred streets
For old Hanoi
In all of these sacred things
That I have been blessed in life to see
I believe I in someone dream
In history
Where is the eloquence
Of the ladies on their bicycles
Dressed in their au dias
In the lotus flowered nights
Of Indochine
They rode to progress
Theyre flown away
In the words of Graham Greene
Like the Quiet American
Searching these sacred streets
For old Hanoi
In old Hanoi
Old Hanoi earching for Indochine
Old Hanoi herchant for Indochine
In old Hanoi
In old Hanoi