By the rivers low I cry
Memories in my eyes
Longing for my Zion skies
Lost and wondering why
Remembering songs we sung
Harps on willows hung
Captured voices stung
Hope's ladder slowly rung
Oh Babylon
Oh cruel land
Our hearts yearn
We can't stand
Sing us a joyous tune
Tears under the moon
In this land of doom
Souls crave freedom soon
Can we forget our home
Held swift tongues roam
In strange lands we groan
Dreams to be flown
Oh Babylon
Oh cruel land
Our hearts yearn
We can't stand