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My brother had a dream
My brother wore the jungle green
My brother went to Vietnam
For Harold Holt and Uncle Sam
He sent postcards from Saigon
I’m alright but it’s all wrong
Three postcards from Saigon
My brother kissed the face of death
My brother drew the deepest breath
His best friend faded in his arms
He felt guilty coming home
He sent postcards from Saigon
I’m alright but it’s all wrong
Three postcards from Saigon
In the killing fields the bullets sing
"Purple haze" in the pouring rain
It’s a military tattoo come from Abel and Cain
Why must history repeat itself time and time again?
My brother divorced and remarried
One son up and two miscarried
Can you help to ease the pain?
Close the circle make him whole again
Get to know him by his name
Close the circle bring him home again
He sent postcards from Saigon
Three postcards from Saigon