On the willows there,
we hung up our lyres,
for our captors there
required of us songs,
And our tormentors mirth, saying,
'Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Sing us ONE of the songs of Zion.
Sing us one of the songs of ZION.'
How can we sing?
Sing the Lord's song?
In a foreign land?
One the willows there,
we hung up our lyres.
(
from Godspell )