We were at the end of our rope—
By the waters, the waters of Babylon
We sat down and wept,
and wept, for thee, Zion
We remember, we remember,
we remember thee, Zion
tired, bereaved, despairing.
And they wanted us to sing!
How could we?
How can we sing God’s song in a strange land?
But we will never forget.
We will hold fiercely to our good memories of love.
And we will prevail!
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