I know this place, and I've walked this floor....
I remind you - I've been here before.
Nothing that I find here will surprise me.

Hallelujah.... hallelujah.....
hallelujah.... oh, hallelujah....

I turn and look you in the face,
and know you also know this place,
we both have traveled far, oh, long before.
You take my hand, and yours so cold,
reminds me that I'm growing old,
and soon I must lay down, my time is o'er.

Hallelujah.... hallelujah....
Hallelujah.....hallelujah...ahhh...

I find my chair and take a seat
knowing that I have been beat,
somewhere soft, I hear a muted choir.
The song entraps my mind and soul,
like waves upon a rocky shoal,
I smile as now the notes climb slowly higher.

Hallelujah.... hallelujah....
Hallelujah... hallelujah.... ahhh...

I thought you would release my hand,
but no, you pull me so I stand,
and follow where you lead me,
Hallelujah.
The light is warm, the light is bright,
it shows a pathway through the night,
and suddenly I know! - Oh, Hallelujah!

Hallelujah.... hallelujah....
Hallelujah... hallelujah....
Hallelujah... hallelujah...
Hallelujah... hallelujah.

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