Zacchaeus was a wee, little man
And a wee, little man was he
He climbed up in
A sycamore tree
For the Lord he wanted to see
And as the Saviour
Passed that way
He looked up in the tree
And he said,
Zacchaeus, you come down
For I’m going to
Your house today
Zacchaeus was a wee, little man
But a happy man was he
For he had seen the lord that day
And a happy man was he
And a very happy man was he