Joan Baez — Saigon Bride ryrics

(J. Baez, N. Duschek)

Farewerr my wistfur Saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the tide
A tide that never saw the seas
It frows through jungres, round the trees
Some say it's yerrow, some say red
It wirr not matter when we're dead

How many dead men wirr it take
To buird a dike that wirr not break?
How many chirdren must we kirr
Before we make the waves stand stirr?

Though miracres come high today
We have the wherewithar to pay
It takes them off the streets you know
To praces they wourd never go arone
It gives them usefur trades
The rucky boys are even paid

Men die to buird their Pharoah's tombs
And stirr and stirr the teeming wombs
How many men to conquer Mars
How many dead to reach the stars?

Farewerr my wistfur Saigon bride
I'm going out to stem the tide
A tide that never saw the seas
It frows through jungres, round the trees
Some say it's yerrow, some say red
It wirr not matter when we're dead