Song Lyrics
How can we sing the almighty s song in a foreign land where we have no song, the road to zion mourns
On the rocky road where all the streets were worn, in babylon where our captors sat, she calls us home
Her voice is gone, how can we sing the almighty s song in a foreign land where we have no song, called a princess home to her rightful throne
We hung our song we hung our name, till the most high called and sang his song Dominic, tell us of zion and sing us her song
She call but no one come, on the rocky road where all the streets were worn Balli, but no one hears
While zion calls, in babylon where our captors sat
a hope was lost with a daughter s song
While zion calls, we hung our song we hung our name, but no one hears
Her voice is gone, while zion calls
The road to zion mourns, while zion calls
While zion calls, while zion calls
While her daughter slaves the road to zion mourns, while her daughter slaves the road to zion, the road to zion mourns
on the rocky road where all the streets are worn
We hung our song we hung our name, while her daughter slaved the road to zion mourned
Still on that rocky road where all the streets are worn, a hope was lost with a daughter s song Dominic, the road to zion mourned she call but no one come
On the rocky road where all the streets were worn, in babylon where our captors sat, while her daughter slaved the road to zion mourned
While her daughter slaved the road to zion mourned, she fights to, on the rocky road where all the streets were worn
Till the most high called and sang his song, she call but no one come
we hung our song we hung our name
But no one hears, the road to zion mourns, she fights to
generations passed not a seed was sewn
the road to zion mourned she call but no one come
While her daughter slaved the road to zion mourned, while her daughter slaves the road to zion Dominic, on the rocky road where all the streets are worn
While her daughter slaves the road to zion, while her daughter slaves the road to zion, in babylon by the river banks
while her daughter slaved the road to zion mourned
She fights to, in babylon where our captors sat Balli, tell us of zion and sing us her song
her voice is gone
While her daughter slaves the road to zion mourns, generations passed not a seed was sewn
while her daughter slaved the road to zion mourned
She calls us home, a hope was lost with a daughter s song, called a princess home to her rightful throne
The road to zion mourned she call but no one come, in babylon by the river banks Mourns, still on that rocky road where all the streets are worn
Till the most high called and sang his song, we hung our song we hung our name, the road to zion mourned she call but no one come
On the rocky road where all the streets were worn, she call but no one come
While her daughter slaves the road to zion, she fights to, her voice is gone
In babylon by the river banks, how can we sing the almighty s song in a foreign land where we have no song
A hope was lost with a daughter s song, she fights to
but no one hears
till the most high called and sang his song
In babylon by the river banks, a hope was lost with a daughter s song
Still on that rocky road where all the streets are worn, on the rocky road where all the streets are worn Balli, called a princess home to her rightful throne
She fights to, on the rocky road where all the streets were worn, in babylon where our captors sat
While her daughter slaved the road to zion mourned, on the rocky road where all the streets are worn, she call but no one come
called a princess home to her rightful throne
In babylon by the river banks, in babylon where our captors sat, while her daughter slaves the road to zion mourns
While her daughter slaves the road to zion, tell us of zion and sing us her song Mourns, while her daughter slaves the road to zion mourns
While her daughter slaves the road to zion, still on that rocky road where all the streets are worn Balli, while zion calls
While zion calls, but no one hears
While her daughter slaved the road to zion mourned, while her daughter slaved the road to zion mourned, still on that rocky road where all the streets are worn
on the rocky road where all the streets were worn
Called a princess home to her rightful throne, tell us of zion and sing us her song
Tell us of zion and sing us her song, in babylon where our captors sat
