Schwartz Stephen - On The Willows lyrics

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On the willows, there

We hung up our lyres

For our captors there

Require

Of us songs

And our tormentors mirth

On the willows, there

We hung up our lyres

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?