By the waters of New Zion,
here we dance and sing!
We have long since retuned our lyres
to the tonal system of this blessed land.
Our leaders smile on us and swear
that we are chosen of the Lord
and precious in his sight
so we say they are too.
Our tongues flap freely in our mouths,
we crow and strut and wave our flag,
the sign in which we conquer.
But as for you who sulk and weep
and bid us pause the music and
remember—ha! Remember what?
Go dash your head against a rock,
if self-critique amuses you!
Our highest joy right here, right now,
no exile tears for us.
We are like those who dream,
here by the waters of New Zion.