On the willows there

We hung up our lives

For our captors there

Require

Of us songs

And our tormentors mirth

On the willows there

We hung up our lives

For our captors there

Require

Of us songs

And our tormentor's mirth

Saying

Sing us one

Of the songs of scion

Sing us one

Of the songs of scion

Sing us one

Of the songs of scion

But how can we sing

Sing the lord's songs

In a foreign land

On the willows there

We hung up our lives