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 songs?
(Sing the Lord's songs?)
In a foreign land?
On the willows, there
We hung up our lyres