Nanci Griffith - Old Hanoi lyrics

Where are all the Satchel Boys
Selling books outside the Metripole?
Books to read in English
Books of light and sorrows
Of this foreign land they are gone
They've flown away

Where are all the cyclos
With their drivers pedaling grace?
Crowded out by motorbike
Confined to lesser space in old Hanoi
They grew wings they've flown away

In the words of Graham Greene
Like the Quiet American
Searching these sacred streets for old Hanoi

In all of these sacred things
That I've been blessed in life to see
I believe I'm in someone's dream in history

Where is the eloquence
Of the ladies on their bicycles?
Dressed in their au dias
In the lotus flowered nights of Indochine
They rode to progress they've flown away

Old Hanoi…searching for Indochine
Old Hanoi…cherchant l' Indochine
In old Hanoi in old Hanoi