By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept By the waters of Babylon we hung up our harps And there we wept For our kidnappers came to us They came to us and they said, "Sing. Sing us a song to make us laugh." But how can I sing the Lord's song in a foreign land? How can we sing the Lord's song in a foreign land? If I forget thee, O my city, let my right hand forget her cunning If I forget thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth— If I love anything as much as you Remember, O Lord, when our enemies came And they said "Burn it. Burn it to the stones." O daughter of Babylon—who will be destroyed— Happy will he be That will do to you as you have done to us. Happy will he be That takes and throws thy little ones against the stones. Happy will he be who takes and throws thy little ones against the stones.