I was scared of oblivion You were scared of being someone Cast my net on concrete steeples Fasten my debt to wounded people Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Tell me friend, will I still remain When the eastern wind blows the chaff away That threshing floor is a fearful thought For I cannot afford, all the time you bought Oh oh oh Oh oh oh On the willow trees We hung up all our lyres Every Zion dream We cast into the fire Tears run down our cheeks Here burns the funeral pyre Flames grow higher So I'll go scale the walls of Babylon Hoping they'll fall with one more song Stand out there on Jordan's banks Secondhand shares of first-rate pain Oh oh oh Oh oh oh On the willow trees We hung up all our lyres Every Zion dream We cast into the fire Tears run down our cheeks Here burns the funeral pyre Flames grow higher On the willow trees We hung up all our lyres Every Zion dream We cast into the fire Tears run down our cheeks Here burns the funeral pyre Flames grow higher Oh, the flames grow higher