As I write these words I shake in fear
As the bombs explode and the death comes near
I don't believe I'll live to see the dawn.
Well we took the hill the other day.
But that killing wench always finds her prey.
And now I fear she has made me her latest John.
Well we met the "Pride of Ho Chi Minh"
And we held our own till the Press joined in.
Then Fonda told us what we did was wrong.
After twelve long days we took the hill.
But we knew we'd die in that slaughter mill.
We knew we would never live to save Saigon.
If you read these words I must have died.
And I hope my death helped to turn the tide.
Maybe soon you can get my brothers home.
Well we took the hill the other day.
But that killing wench always finds her prey.
And now I fear she has made me her latest John.
Well we met the "Pride of Ho Chi Minh"
And we held our own till the Press joined in.
Then Fonda told us what we did was wrong.
After twelve long days we took the hill.
But we knew we'd die in that slaughter mill.
And we would never live to save Saigon.
As I write these words I shake in fear
As the bombs explode and the death comes near
I don't believe I'll live to see the dawn.