Det är det verkligen...sångens text är både vacker och sorglig, här ett litet smakprov:
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red
As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead
We gathered in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve
The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese
The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms
But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by the bombs
So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose
And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness which froze
The rest of us to silence as their voices soared with joy
Outshining every bomb that fell that night upon Hanoi
Kuriosa: Joan Baez besökte Hanoi med en amerikansk delegation in december 1972 mitt ii jultidens bombningar. Hon spelade in sin song Where Are You Now, My Son på hennes hotellrum på Metropole, man kan höra ljudet av flygrädet i inspelningen.
