On the willows, there
We hung up our lyres
For our captors there

Require
Of us songs
And our tormentors mirth

On the willows, there
We hung up our lyres
For our captors there

Require
Of us songs
And our tormentor's mirth

Saying
Sing us one
Of the songs of Sion

Sing us one
Of the songs of Sion
But how can we sing?

Sing the Lord's songs?
In a foreign land?