Nanci Griffith – Old Hanoi (Guitar)

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  Where are all the satchel boys selling books outside the Metropole?

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  Books to read in English, books of light and sorrow,

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Of this foreign land. And they are gone, and they've flown away.

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  Where are all the cyclos, with their drivers pedaling grace,

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  Crowded out by motorbike, confined to lesser space in old Hanoi?

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And they grew wings, and they've flown away.

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  And in the words of Graham Greene, like the Quiet American,

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  Searching these sacred streets for old Hanoi.

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  And in all of these sacred things I've been blessed in life to see,

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  I believe I'm in someone's dream in history.

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  Where is the eloquence of the ladies on their bicycles,

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  Dressed in their au dias in the lotus flowered nights of Indochine?

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  And they rode  to progress, and they've flown away.

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  And in the words of Graham Greene, like the Quiet American

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Who's searching these sacred streets

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For old Hanoi, old Hanoi, old Hanoi.

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  Searching for Indochine, for old Hanoi.

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  Cherchant l'Indochine, old Hanoi, in old Hanoi.