Take your harp down off that willow

Take your harp down off that willow Take your harp down off that tree Every sorrow gone, my brother In its place there's victory I want to sing a song of Jesus From every sin He's set me free And I am on my way to Zion So take your harp down for me.

Veenai vaathiyam kaiyil edupp'om Alarich chediyinin'redu'ththidu'vom Thukkam yaavum neengip poayirre Jeyam unnde eppoathum Nesarai enrum poatrit thuthipp'om Viduvith'thaare mutrumaga