Saigon Bride Lyrics - Joan Baez

Farewell my wistful Saigon bride 

I'm going out to stem the tide 

A tide that 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? 

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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? 

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Farewell my wistful Saigon bride 

I'm going out to stem the tide 

A tide that 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 

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