On the willows there
We hung up our lyres
For our captors there
Required
Of us songs
And our tormentors mirth.
*repeat*
Jesus:
Stay here and wait
while I go over there to pray.
Trio:
On the willows there
We hung up our lyres.
1 | I Guess I'll Miss The Man |
2 | God Save The People |
3 | All Good Gifts |