A dark jungle hanging over me
Leaves like knives against the moon.
No North Vietnamese I can see
I only hope to leave here soon.

CHORUS:

These bloody tears I can’t suppress
           They run like rivers down my chest
           Yet as I weep and as I cry
           Simple pleasures pass me by
           From out my pocket, a picture quite shady
           One last kiss for My Ole Lady

Aaahh . . I hear their screams
In my wake and in my dreams
Bodies left from the battle of Hue
To us it’s just an average day

Flower power, peace signs, flowing beads
Representations of simple needs
Serenity, tranquility and restful sleep
These are the things I wish to keep

                            CHORUS

A dove like me has no place here
The pain, the suffering, there’s much to fear
Death, death waits at my feet
The punji stakes I can’t retreat
Blindly moving through a labyrinth of trees
The enemy I seek cannot be seized
The kabooming of bombs I have withstood
My body bruised and soaked in blood
Blown-up bodies, cut to the bone
The enemy moves through earth and stone.