| First Line: | By Babel's streams we sat and wept |
| Meter: | C.M. |
| Printable Page Scan: | [Gif 66k] [Wide Gif 66k] |
| Midi: | [midi] |
1. By Babel's streams we sat and wept,
While Zion we thought on;
Amidst thereof we hung our harps,
The willow trees upon.
With all the power and skill I have,
I'll gently touch each string;
If I can reach the charming sound,
I'll tune my harp again.