On the Willows

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

How can we sing?

Sing the Lord's song

Sing the Lord's song

In a foreign land?

On the willows, there

We hung up our lyres