Griffith Nanci - 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 and they are gone and 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 and they grew wings and they've flown away And in the words of Graham Greene Like the Quiet American Who's searching these sacred streets For old Hanoi And 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 and they rode to progress and they've flown away And in the words of Graham Greene Like the Quiet American Who's searching these sacred streets For old Hanoi, old Hanoi, old Hanoi Searching for Indochine, the old Hanoi Cherchant l? Indochine, in old Hanoi, in old Hanoi