| Song | The Kingdom Has Already Come |
| Artist | Iris DeMent |
| Album | Sing the Delta |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I stopped in the church to pray, | |
| It was the middle of the day | |
| And I don’t even know if | |
| I believe in | |
| God But I laid my soul on the table | |
| And left that place believing | |
| I was able to pull back the curtain my old fears had drawn | |
| I was out on the fourth of | |
| July when | |
| I saw those kids | |
| I just had to cry | |
| The whole town was blazing in the summer’s heat | |
| But out in front of a row of run down shacks they had that fire hydrant uncapped | |
| Baptizing their bodies right there in the street | |
| There’s a tree outside my window | |
| It sings when wind blows | |
| I’ve got water and fire | |
| I know sorrow | |
| I feel desire | |
| And could it be that the kingdom has already come | |
| We all see good and bad in everything that we have | |
| But life is waiting just behind that veil if this will be loved and that will be hated | |
| The soul is left to struggle segregated | |
| Trapped in the harbor too weighted down to sail | |
| There’s a tree outside my window | |
| It sings when wind blows | |
| I’ve got water and fire | |
| I know sorrow | |
| I feel desire | |
| And could it be that the kingdom has already come | |
| We all see good and bad in everything that we have |
| I stopped in the church to pray, | |
| It was the middle of the day | |
| And I don' t even know if | |
| I believe in | |
| God But I laid my soul on the table | |
| And left that place believing | |
| I was able to pull back the curtain my old fears had drawn | |
| I was out on the fourth of | |
| July when | |
| I saw those kids | |
| I just had to cry | |
| The whole town was blazing in the summer' s heat | |
| But out in front of a row of run down shacks they had that fire hydrant uncapped | |
| Baptizing their bodies right there in the street | |
| There' s a tree outside my window | |
| It sings when wind blows | |
| I' ve got water and fire | |
| I know sorrow | |
| I feel desire | |
| And could it be that the kingdom has already come | |
| We all see good and bad in everything that we have | |
| But life is waiting just behind that veil if this will be loved and that will be hated | |
| The soul is left to struggle segregated | |
| Trapped in the harbor too weighted down to sail | |
| There' s a tree outside my window | |
| It sings when wind blows | |
| I' ve got water and fire | |
| I know sorrow | |
| I feel desire | |
| And could it be that the kingdom has already come | |
| We all see good and bad in everything that we have |
| I stopped in the church to pray, | |
| It was the middle of the day | |
| And I don' t even know if | |
| I believe in | |
| God But I laid my soul on the table | |
| And left that place believing | |
| I was able to pull back the curtain my old fears had drawn | |
| I was out on the fourth of | |
| July when | |
| I saw those kids | |
| I just had to cry | |
| The whole town was blazing in the summer' s heat | |
| But out in front of a row of run down shacks they had that fire hydrant uncapped | |
| Baptizing their bodies right there in the street | |
| There' s a tree outside my window | |
| It sings when wind blows | |
| I' ve got water and fire | |
| I know sorrow | |
| I feel desire | |
| And could it be that the kingdom has already come | |
| We all see good and bad in everything that we have | |
| But life is waiting just behind that veil if this will be loved and that will be hated | |
| The soul is left to struggle segregated | |
| Trapped in the harbor too weighted down to sail | |
| There' s a tree outside my window | |
| It sings when wind blows | |
| I' ve got water and fire | |
| I know sorrow | |
| I feel desire | |
| And could it be that the kingdom has already come | |
| We all see good and bad in everything that we have |