In Babylon so far away,
On such a sunny clear day.
There was so large a crowd
An’ at a statue they bowed.
But bow not, never will we,
So before king, a brave three.
“You won’t bow at the sound of the lyre,
So I’ll throw you in the scorching fire!”
Anger showed in his bushy brow,
As he ordered us thrown in now.
They pulled us to that place.
This was the hottest case.
The heat did rise in wisps,
As guards were burned to crisp!
But as for us bold, strong three, look!
We didn’t burn ‘cause we obeyed the Book.
“Servants of Most High,” called king, “come out!”
As he shook, trembled, and wrung his hands about.
That king was shaken right down to his core;
‘Cause in the mighty hot fire he saw four!
On such a sunny clear day.
There was so large a crowd
An’ at a statue they bowed.
But bow not, never will we,
So before king, a brave three.
“You won’t bow at the sound of the lyre,
So I’ll throw you in the scorching fire!”
Anger showed in his bushy brow,
As he ordered us thrown in now.
They pulled us to that place.
This was the hottest case.
The heat did rise in wisps,
As guards were burned to crisp!
But as for us bold, strong three, look!
We didn’t burn ‘cause we obeyed the Book.
“Servants of Most High,” called king, “come out!”
As he shook, trembled, and wrung his hands about.
That king was shaken right down to his core;
‘Cause in the mighty hot fire he saw four!
