I met a man in Dublin
Who was faded as the age
He used to drink at Whelan’s
And fly into a rage
He said there’s a storm a comin’
It’ll wipe out what it can
And the only shelter from it
Is to love our fellow man
So I sang them psalms of David
I sang them really loud
And I turned the heads of ladies
Wondering what I’s talkin’ ’bout
I sometimes think I’m crazy
It’s so hard to understand
It’s a hard pill there to swallow
Tryin’ to love our fellow man
I had me once an argument
That turned into a fight
With friends that kept me company
In the darkest hour of night
T’was then I felt conviction
That made see the plan
That despite how we are feelin’
We got to love our fellow man
I read me once a sonnet
That moved me like a song
And the poet, he was shrouded
His motive pure but wrong
The people, they were longing
But failed to understand
That the secret of our joy
Is to love our fellow man
Lately, I’m reflecting
On the verses of the past
And I wondered how they resonate
With our age at last?
Now, if there is one thing I’ve learned
Time and time again
It’s to see the face of God
Is to love our fellow man