Nodding though, the lamp's lit low, nod for passers underground   To and fro, she's darning and the land is weeping red and pale   Weeping yarn from Algiers, weeping yarn from Algiers      Weaving though, the eyes are pale, what will rend, will also mend   The sifting cloth is binding and the dream she weaves will never end   For we're marching toward Algiers, for we're marching toward Algiers      Lullaby though, baby's gone, lullaby a broken song   Oh, the cradle was our call, when it rocked we carried on   And we marched on toward Algiers, for we're marching for Algiers   We're still marching for Algiers, marching, marching for Algiers      Not to hail a barren sky, 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 wave and raise their arms   We'll be gone but they'll go on and on and on and on and on