In the sky a broken flag, children wave and raise their arms
Weeping yarn from Algiers, weeping yarn from Algiers
Oh, the cradle was our call, when it rocked we carried on
Not to hail a barren sky, sifting cloth is weeping red
Lullaby though, baby's gone, lullaby a broken song
For we're marching toward Algiers, for we're marching toward 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
And we marched on toward Algiers, for we're marching for Algiers
The mourning veil is waving high a field of stars and tears we've shed
We're still marching for Algiers, marching, marching for Algiers
