We are moving along,
past a man on a bicycle with chickens in a basket,
and a hat on,
as we weave in and out of the traffic,
in Vietnam, with the rock and roll on,
and we head for Hanoi,
whilst imagining the hell of the Vietnam war,
and the falling bombs,
yes, we are moving along,
moving along to the rock and roll of our favourite songs,
and we are glad to be alive in the Vietnam sun,
glad to be alive,
amongst the ghosts of the Vietnam war,
that continue to live on,
and we are heading for the temple of Bach Ma,
and the market of Đồng Xuân,
and we will visit the memorials of the fallen and gone,
and we look forward to more welcoming smiles,
that we have already seen in the many places,
where we have already been,
and we will enjoy the food,
and think ourselves lucky to see peace,
in a country once totally devastated by war,
and we will pay our respects wherever we go,
for the dead are the reason that we can be here,
and they are the reason for peace,
the reason that we can enjoy Vietnam,
and its beauty in the Vietnam sun.
