On a field of red, one gold star
Raised above his head
Raised above his head
He was not like any other
He was just like any other
And the song they bled
Was a hymn to him
Awake my little one
The seed of revolution
Sewn in the sleeve
Of cloth humbly worn
Where others are adorned
The question is raised
Raised above his head
Was he of his word?
Was he a good man?
For his image fills the southern heart
With none but bitterness
Above the northern plain
The great birds fly
Over the paddy fields
Where the people kneel
As the fathers toil
Yet not for their own
And the wheel groans
There before a grass hut
A young boy stood
His mother lay dead
His sisters cried for bread
And within his young heart
The seed of revolution sewn
He grew into a man
Not like any other
Just like any other
With a beard, the color of rice
A face the color of tea
Who shared the misery
Of other men in chains
Escaped the guillotine
To serve the whole people
To suffer them unity
Though they asked it not
Who fought colonialism, imperialism
Who remained awake
When others did not
Who penned like Jefferson
Let independence ring
And the cost, hold on
And the cart of justice turns
Slow and bitterly
And the people were crying
Plant that seed, plant that seed
And they crawled on their bellies
Beneath the great beast
And filled the carts with bodies
Where once had been their crops, crops
And the great birds swarm
Spread their wings overhead
And his mother dead
And the typhoons and the rain
And the jungle in flames
And the orange sun
But none could be more beautiful
Than Vietnam
Nothing was more beautiful
Than Vietnam
His heart stopped beatin'
And the wheel kept turning
And the words he bled
Were a hymn to them
And the people keep crying
And the men keep dying
And the swollen heart weeps
And it's so beautiful, so beautiful
Oh, so beautiful
And yet the question is raised
Raised above his head
Was he of his word?
Was he a good man?
For his image fills the southern heart
With none but bitterness
One more turn
And it keeps on turning
One more turn, one more turn
One more turn, one more turn
One more turn on the wheel
One more revolution
One more turn of the wheel
Gung Ho, Gung Ho, Gung Ho, Gung Ho
Gung Ho, Gung Ho, Gung Ho, Gung Ho
Gung Ho, Gung Ho, Gung Ho, Gung Ho
Gung Ho, Gung Ho. Gung Ho, Gung Ho
Gung Ho, Gung Ho, Gung Ho, Gung Ho
Gung Ho, Gung Ho, Gung Ho, Gung Ho
Give me one more revolution
One more turn of the wheel
One more revolution
One more turn of the wheel