Old Hanoi

A D A D A D Where are all the satchel boys selling books outside the Metropole? A D Books to read in English, books of light and sorrow, A D E A D Of this foreign land. And they are gone, and they've flown away. A D Where are all the cyclos, with their drivers pedaling grace, A D A D Crowded out by motorbike, confined to lesser space in old Hanoi? E Bm A D And they grew wings, and they've flown away. D A E A And in the words of Graham Greene, like the Quiet American, D A A D A D Searching these sacred streets for old Hanoi. D A E A And in all of these sacred things I’ve been blessed in life to see, Bm A E I believe I'm in someone’s dream in history. A D Where is the eloquence of the ladies on their bicycles, A D A Dressed in their au dias in the lotus flowered nights of Indochine? D Bm E A D And they rode to progress, and they've flown away. D A E A Bm And in the words of Graham Greene, like the Quiet American E Who's searching these sacred streets A D A D A For old Hanoi, old Hanoi, old Hanoi. D A D A Searching for Indochine, for old Hanoi. D A D A D A Cherchant l’Indochine, old Hanoi, in old Hanoi.