Old Saigon
 
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. 
Early 20th Century view of Rue Catinat

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