Hello Vietnam

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 Coppola, the helicopter's ɾoar.
One day I'll touch your soil.
One day I'll finally know my [A]soul.
One day I'll come to [C7]you.
To say hello... Vietnam.
Tell me all [Em]about my [A]colour, my [A]hair and [Bm]my [A]little feet
That have carried me every mile of the way.
Want to [C7]see your house, your stɾeets. Show me all [Em]I do not know.
Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold.
All I know of you [A7is the sights of war.
A film by Coppola, the helicopter's ɾoar.
One day I'll touch your soil.
One day I'll finally know my [A]soul.
One day I'll come to [C7]you.
To say hello... Vietnam.