On the Willows
On the willows
There we hung up our lives
For our captors there
Require of us songs
And our tormentors mirth
On the willows
There we hung up our lives
For our captors there
Require of us songs
And our tormentor's mirth
Saying, sing us one
Of the songs of Sion
Sing us one of the songs of Sion
But how can we sing?
Sing the Lord's songs?
In a foreign land?
Writer/s: JOHN MICHAEL TEBELAK, STEPHEN LAURENCE SCHWARTZ
