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      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