Saigon Bride - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)
Farewell my wistful saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the tide
The tide which never saw the seas
It flows through jungles
Round the trees
Some say it's yellow some say red
It will not matter when we're dead
How many dead men will it take
To build a dike that will not break
How many children must we kill
Before we make the waves stand still
Though miracles come high today
We have the wherewithal to pay
It takes them off the streets you know
To places they would never go alone
It gives them useful trades
The lucky boys are even paid
Men die to build their pharoah's tombs
And still and still the teeming wombs
How many men
To conquer mars
How many dead
To reach the stars
Farewell my wistful saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the tide
Some say it's yellow
Some say red
It will not matter when
We're dead
