(B. Dowe - F. McHaughton, adapted from Psalm 137: 1). . By the rivers of Babylon. Where we sat down. There we wept. When we remembered Zion.. . By the rivers of Babylon.
I know a reggae dancer. From Kingston, Jamaica. . She knows how to bump, she knows how to grind. This little girl, she ruft all the time. She knows how to sing, she don't drink gin.
By the rivers of Babylon. Where I sat down. There I wept. When I remembered Zion. . There on the poplars. I broke my guitar. Because my tormentors required songs.
By the rivers of Babylon. Where I sat down. There I wept. When I remembered Zion. . There on the poplars. I broke my guitar. Because my tormentors required songs.