Zion Mourns - Dominic Balli

On the rocky road where all the streets are worn

While her daughter slaves the road to Zion mourns

The road to Zion mourns

She call but no one come

While her daughter slaves the road to Zion

In Babylon by the river banks

We hung our song we hung our name

While Zion calls, she calls us home

But no one hears, her voice is gone

In Babylon where our captors sat

Said, «Tell us of Zion and sing us her song»

How can we sing the Almighty’s song in a foreign land where we have no song

Generations passed not a seed was sewn

A hope was lost with a daughter’s song

Till the Most High called and sang his song

Called a princess home to her rightful throne

On the rocky road where all the streets were worn

While her daughter slaved the road to Zion mourned

The road to Zion mourned / She call but no one come

While her daughter slaved the road to Zion mourned

Still on that rocky road where all the streets are worn

She fights to