Lyrics

[Verse]
The rice fields stretch 'neath a crimson sky,
Boots crunch the earth where brothers die.
Letters from home, smudged by the rain,
Each word a prayer to numb the pain.

[Chorus]
Oh, the ghosts of Saigon keep marching on,
In the shadows of the war, though the soldiers are gone.
Their whispers haunt these hills we tread,
In the land of the living, with the souls of the dead.

[Verse 2]
Helicopters hum like a lonesome hymn,
Carving through jungles, dark and dim.
A soldier's watch, cracked and worn,
Marks the time since the day he was torn.

[Chorus]
Oh, the ghosts of Saigon keep marching on,
In the shadows of the war, though the soldiers are gone.
Their whispers haunt these hills we tread,
In the land of the living, with the souls of the dead.

[Bridge]
Back at home, they're waving flags high,
Cheering for heroes who can't say goodbye.
But in their hearts, the jungle still roars,
A war they can't leave, behind closed doors.

[Verse 3]
Now old men salute as they pass the wall,
Names carved deep for those who gave all.
They tell their stories with trembling hands,
Of a distant place, and foreign lands.