Gung Ho Lyrics - Singles - Patty Smith

On a field of red one gold starRaised above his head 

Raised above his head 

He was not like any other 

He was just like any otherAnd the song they bledWas a hymn to him 

Awake my little one 

The seed of revolution 

Sewn in the sleeveOf cloth humbly worn 

Where others are adorned 

Above the northern plainThe great birds flyWith great wings 

Over the paddy fields 

And the people kneelAnd 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 deadHis sisters cried for bread 

And within his young heartThe seed of revolution sewn 

In cloth humbly wornWhile others are adorned 

And he grew into a man 

Not like any otherJust like any other 

One small man 

A beard the color of rice 

A face the color of teaWho shared the misery 

Of other men in chains 

With shackles on his feet 

Escaped the guillotine 

Who fought againstColonialism 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 seedAnd 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 swarmSpread their wings overhead 

And his mother deadAnd the typhoons and the rain 

The jungles in flames 

And the orange sun 

None could be more beautifulThan Vietnam 

Nothing was more beautifulThan Vietnam 

And his heart stopped beating 

And the wheel kept turningAnd the words he bled 

Were a hymn to them 

I have served the whole peopleI have served my whole country 

And as I leave this worldMay you suffer union 

And my great affectionLimitless as skyFilled 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 dyingAnd it's so beautifulSo beautiful 

Give me one more turnGive me one more turn 

One more turn of the wheel 

One more revolution 

One more turn of the wheel