Gung Ho Lyrics - Gung Ho - Patti Smith

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 

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Above the northern plain 

The great birds fly 

With great wings 

Over the paddy fields 

And the people kneel 

And the men they toil 

Yet not for their own 

And the children are hungry 

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 

In cloth humbly worn 

While others are adorned 

And he grew into a man 

Not like any other 

Just like any other 

One small man 

A beard the color of rice 

A face the color of tea 

Who shared the misery 

Of other men in chains 

With shackles on his feet 

Escaped the guillotine 

Who fought against 

Colonialism imperialism 

Who remained awake 

While others slept 

Who penned like Jefferson 

Let independence ring 

And the cart of justice turns 

Slow and bitterly 

And the people were crying 

Plant that seed that seed 

And they crawled on their bellies 

Beneath the giant beast 

And filled the carts with bodies 

Where once had been their crops 

And the great birds swarm 

Spread their wings overhead 

And his mother dead 

And the typhoons and the rain 

The jungles in flames 

And the orange sun 

None could be more beautiful 

Than Vietnam 

Nothing was more beautiful 

Than Vietnam 

And his heart stopped beating 

And the wheel kept turning 

And the words he bled 

Were a hymn to them 

I have served the whole people 

I have served my whole country 

And as I leave this world 

May you suffer union 

And my great affection 

Limitless as sky 

Filled with golden stars 

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 

And the people keep crying 

And the men keep dying 

And it's so beautiful 

So beautiful 

Give me one more turn 

Give me one more turn 

One more turn of the wheel 

One more revolution 

One more turn of the wheel