Beside the streams of Babylon, we sat down and we wept: when Zion's memory came to mind, we sat down and we wept. REFRAIN: God's song, God's song, how shall we sing God's song, God's song, God's song, in a faraway land? We could not bear to play our harps, we hung them on the tress; there in that bitter distant land, we hung them on the trees REFRAIN Our captors asked us for a song, "A song of Zion, sing!" And our oppressors called for mirth, "A song of Zion, sing!" REFRAIN My right hand may forget its skill but not Jerusalem: my tongue forget to speak again, but not Jerusalem. REFRAIN