Nanci Griffith - Old Hanoi lyrics

Where are all the Satchel Boys Selling books outside the Metripole? Books to read in English Books of light and sorrows Of this foreign land They are gone They've flown away Where are all the cyclos With their drivers pedaling grace? Crowded out by motorbike Confined to lesser space In old Hanoi They grew wings They've flown away (chorus) In the words of Graham Greene Like the Quiet American Searching these sacred streets For old Hanoi In all of these sacred things That I've been blessed in life to see I believe I'm in someone's dream In history Where is the eloquence Of the ladies on their bicycles? Dressed in their au dias In the lotus flowered nights Of Indochine They rode to progress They've flown away (chorus) Old Hanoi Old Hanoi In old Hanoi In old Hanoi