Nodding though, the lamp's lit low

Nod for passers underground

To and fro, she's darning, and the land is weeping red and pale

Weeping yarn from Algiers

Weeping yarn from Algiers

Weaving though, the eyes are pale

What will rend, will also mend

The sifting cloth is binding and the dream she weaves will never end

For we're marching toward Algiers

For we're marching toward Algiers

Lullaby though, baby's gone, lullaby a broken song

Oh, the cradle was our call, when it rocked we carried on

And we marched on toward Algiers, for we're marching for Algiers

We're still marching for Algiers

Marching, marching for Algiers

Not to hail a barren sky, sifting cloth is weeping red

The mourning veil is waving high, a field of stars and tears we've shed

In the sky a broken flag, children wave and raise their arms

We'll be gone, but they'll go on

And on and on and on and on and on