By the waters of Babylon sat we down and wept
When we remembered Zion, we sat down and wept
On the willows there, we hung up our lyres
From our captors there - 'sing us Your songs
Sing us Your songs'
We have no songs
How shall we sing the Lord's song in a foreign land?
If I forget you Jerusalem, may the life run out of my hand
Lord my Lord, I feel so low
Lord my Lord, I want to go home
I want to go home
Lord take me home
God do not forget those pagans
Who came into Jerusalem saying
'Down with it! Down with it! Down with it! Down with it!
Even to the ground'
O daughter of Babylon, you destroyer
Happy shall he be who pays you back
For what you have done to us