Tell me all about my color
my hair and my little feet
That have carried me every mile of the way.

Want to see your houses, your streets
Show me all I do not know
Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold.

[Chorus:]
All I know of you is all the sights of war
A film by Coppola, the helicopter's roar
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.

And Buddhas 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 walk your soil
One day I'll finally know my soul
One day I'll come to you
To say hello... Vietnam.