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
