Keep coming back to this rendition, stunning. "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? / Though miracles come high today / We have the wherewithal to pay / It takes 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 Pharaoh's tombs / And still, and still the teeming wombs / How many men to conquer Mars? / How many dead to reach the stars? / 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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Mezzos have one of the most warm and powerful voice imaginable!
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Stunning. Thank you
Keep coming back to this rendition, stunning.
"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? / Though miracles come high today / We have the wherewithal to pay / It takes 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 Pharaoh's tombs / And still, and still the teeming wombs / How many men to conquer Mars? / How many dead to reach the stars? / 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
A awesome rendition a very haunting song to this old Vietnam vet