We're still marching for Algiers, marching, marching for Algiers
The sifting cloth is binding and the dream she weaves will never end
Lullaby though, baby's gone, lullaby a broken song
Not to hail a barren sky, sifting cloth is weeping red
Oh, the cradle was our call, when it rocked we carried on
Weaving though, the eyes are pale, what will rend, will also mend
Weeping yarn from Algiers, weeping yarn from Algiers
The mourning veil is waving high a field of stars and tears we've shed
For we're marching toward Algiers, for we're marching toward Algiers
And we marched on toward Algiers, for we're marching for Algiers
In the sky a broken flag, children wave and raise their arms
