[00:15.450]Nodding tho the lamp's lit low, nod for passers underground.
[00:30.200]To and fro she's darning, and the land is weeping red and pale.
[00:45.230]Weeping yarn from Algiers. Weeping yarn from Algiers.
[01:13.230]Weaving tho the eyes are pale, what will rend will also mend.
[01:27.120]The sifting cloth is binding, and the dream she weaves will never end.
[01:41.120]For we're marching toward Algiers. For we're marching toward Algiers.
[02:27.100]Lullaby tho baby's gone. Lullaby a broken song.
[02:40.230]Oh, the cradle was our call. When it rocked we carried on.
[02:54.222]And we marched on toward Algiers. For we're marching toward Algiers
[03:08.000]We're still marching for Algiers. Marching, marching for Algiers.
[03:21.210]Not to hail a barren sky. Sifting cloth is weeping red.
[03:34.230]The mourning veil is waving high  a field of stars and tears we've shed.
[03:48.239]In the sky a broken flag, children wave and raise their arms.
[04:01.100]We'll be gone but they'll go on and on and on and on and on.