Nodding though the lamp's lit low. Nod for persons underground
To and fro she's darning and the land is weeping red and pale
And we're marching toward Algiers. Forward marching for Algiers

Weaving though the eyes pale. What will rend will also mend
The sifting cloth is binding and the dream she weaves will never end
For we're marching for Algiers. For we're marching for Algiers

Lullaby though baby's gone. Lullaby a broken song
Oh, the cradle was our call. When it rocked we carried on
And we're marching toward Algiers. Marching, marching for Algiers
We're still marching for Algiers. Marching, marching for Algiers

Not to hail a barren sky. The sifting cloth is weeping red
The mourning veil is waving high a field of stars and tears we've shed
In the sky a broken flag. Children rise and raise their arms
We'll be gone but they'll go on and on and on and on and on