Tired feet

My tired feet, my tired, tired feet
My tired feet, my tired, tired feet
My tired feet brought me to that red boat so still in foreign waters
And although I’ve never been here, although I’ve never been here
I know that here I’ve swam before, here I’ve swam before
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 Day on
Where Jesus he keeps the street out
Jesus he keeps the heat out
Jesus he keeps the noise out
And here, oh, here I’ve sung before
Here, oh, here I’ve sung before
I know that 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, I’ve sighed
Here I’ve sung before….

Alela Diane, The Pirate's Gospel