By the rivers of Babylon, there I sat down, yea, I wept, when I remembered Zion
And all that whilom betided me there
There
There a sparkling river flown from my eyes
As desolated I mused
Babylon, my present fortune
Zion, the days of yore
Babylon, my ghastly present
Fortune
Zion, the days of yore
Babylon, my ghastly present
Fortune
Zion, the days of yore