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I met a man in a cafe In his fifties with a hat and a beard He beckoned me to his table And the following words he said I am a steady working man Three nights past I had a dream Figures on a golden stairway I'm wondering what it means CHORUS He who you make your enemy On him you must depend If you ever cross the threshold To the house of the Lord There were soldiers from Israel Them boys from Palestine They were helping each other Climbing to the halls of the King Childless mothers from Sudan Bankers from NYC They were climbing together Moving in company CHORUS Time is coming For the lion to lay down with the lamb Break bread together To do each other no harm But what use is a vision Living in this climate of fear Will there be a heaven If we can not build it here? CHORUS