By the rivers of Babylon

Where he sat down

And there he wept when he remembered Zion.



Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity

Required from us a song

How can we singing out for song in a strange land.



So let the words of our mouth

And the meditations of our hearts

Be acceptable in thy sight

O-verride



By the rivers of Babylon

Where he sat down

And there he wept when he remembered Zion.



Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity

Required from us a song

How can we singing out for song in a strange land.

How can we singing out for song in a strange land.