On the willows there
We hung up
Our lyres
For our captors, there
Required
Of us, songs and
Our tormentors mirth...
On the willows there
We hung up
Our lyres
For our captors, there
Required
Of us, songs and our
Tormentors mirth...
Saying...
''Sing us one of,
The songs of Zion,
Sing us one of,
The songs of Zion,
Sing us one of,
The songs of Zion...''
But how can we sing,
Sing the Lord's song,
In a foreign land...?
On the willows there
We hung up
Our lyres...