I sat in a restaurant, sipping Mekong.
In a rush of rickshaws she came along.
An exotic beauty dressed for the day.
I lost my heart when she passed my way.
I remember old Saigon
Days were bright and nights were long.
For days I sat by the Avenue wide.
But never I saw her pass by my side.
Finally, I had to quit going that way.
My heart was heavy and I couldn't stay.
I remember old Saigon
Days were bright and nights were long.
Returning to the plantation, I tended my trees.
But thoughts of her crowded my ease.
By the river I heard women laughing,
I approached, not content with just passing.
I remember old Saigon
Days were bright and nights were long.
There she was, the local chief's daughter,
Swimming freely in the murky water.
To the old chief I asked for her hand.
With disdain he waved me off with his fan.
I remember old Saigon
Days were bright and nights were long.
I tended my waters and tended my trees,
Thought of her often in the warm summer breeze.
The nights were warm, and they were long,
In the golden days of old Saigon.
Not a poor attempt, but the Saigon I recall, did not have such a nice ring to it, more of an explosion every now and then, AK-47 gunfire in the distance, the Reds are getting closer, now, time to leave...time to give up this beautiful city to the communists, what a shame, so, so lame...Peace, Ron, Ed & Rufuz
Reviewed by Jaclynn Huntington (Reader)
Reviewed on January 25, 2004
Great rhythm for a song! I think you reached your goal on this one.
No poor attempt here Ron......this was great......fantastic beat....mind you I sing like a crow. Really impressive song......love that pic too......I love black and white......ty, Dani
Poor attempt, my FOOT! This is absolutely wonderful, Ron! Thoroughly enjoyed; very well done! BRAVO! (((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D
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The Lover; it was based in Saddac somewhere in Saigon.
Excellent write