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 
AlgiersWeaving 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 
AlgiersLullaby 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 
AlgiersWe're still marching for 
Algiers, marching, marching for 
AlgiersNot 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