My tired feet
My tired, tired feet
Tired feet
Oh, my tired feet
My tired feet brought me to that red boat
So still and foreign waters

And although I've never been here
Oh, although I've never been here
I know that here I've swam before
Oh, here I've swam before

And soon I came
So soon I came
Soon I came
So soon I came
Soon I came to the silent place of choir voices

In excelsis Deo
Deo

Where Jesus, he keeps the streets out
Jesus, he keeps the heat out
And Jesus, he keeps the noise out
And here, oh, here I've sung before
Oh, here I've sung before

Here I've sat, I've run, I've walked, I've cried
Oh, I've died
I've slept in till noon and I've laughed and I've sighed
I know that, oh, here I've sung before
Oh, here I've sung before
I know that here I've sung before
Here I've sung before