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 ’til 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