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
TheyÔÇÖve 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
TheyÔÇÖve flown away
(chorus)
In the words of Graham Greene
Like the Quiet American
Searching these sacred streets
For old Hanoi
In all of these sacred things
That IÔÇÖve been blessed in life to see
I believe IÔÇÖm in someoneÔÇÖs 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
TheyÔÇÖve flown away
(chorus)
Old Hanoisearching for Indochine
Old Hanoicherchant l Indochine
In old Hanoi
In old Hanoi
