My tired feetnMy tired, tried feetnMy tired feetnOh my tired feetnMy tired feet brought me to that red boatnSo still and foreign watersnnAnd although I've never been herenAlthough I've never been herenI know that here I've swam beforenHere I've swam beforennAnd soon I came nOh so soon I camenSoon I camenOh so soon I camenSoon I came to the silent place of choir voicesnnIn excelsis DeonDeonnWhere Jesus, he keeps the streets outnJesus he keeps the heat outnJesus he keeps the noise outnAnd here oh here I've sung beforenHere I've sung beforenI know that here I've sung beforennHere I've sat, I've run, I've walked, I've criednI've diednI've slept in till noon and I've laughed and I've sighednI know that here I've sung beforenOh here I've beforenI know that here I've sung beforenHere I've sung before