The weeping willow bowed down to the ground
to hear the sound of singing. There's no sound!!!
For there I weep, when Zion I recalled
had hung her harp to listen for the fall --
Commanded, "Sing!" I could not sing at all
in foreign lands where singing is appalled!!!
Lord, may I not e'er play this harp again
if I forget my Love, Jerusalem,
But, may I yet be drunken with great joy
to think that one day soon they'll be destroyed;
The harlot of the street will soon be gone,
"Set Free!!!" Will sing my praises and my songs!!!
... and I'll be free at last from Babylon.