The Land of the Vietnamese

Should all the leaves fall off the trees

So scorched from bombs and poisoned water

Should not a single Vietnamese

Remain alive from cruel manslaughter

The elephants will rage and roar

And wage against all the Yanks at war

And wage against all the Yanks at war

Should all the elephants be killed

And all the fields be ruined to pieces

Yet life in Vietnam can be steeled

Again will rise some living species

The leeches, ants and buzzing bees

To sting the Yanks for the Vietnamese

To sting the Yanks for the Vietnamese

The birds and fish will kick and bite

All those who came to kill and murder

The snakes will hiss from morn till night

And then more bees will come up further

The animals will keep their ranks

Until they drive all away the Yanks

Until they drive all away the Yanks

Should all the beasts become extinct

The grass, the reeds will grow up tougher

And by the nature of instinct

Will crush the Yanks for those who suffer

You cannot slash and have the breeze

Not split the land of the Vietnamese

Not split the land of the Vietnamese

You cannot slash and have the breeze

Not split the land of the Vietnamese

Not split the land of the Vietnamese