I had a dream, Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing a sacred garden And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" When he was, when he was a boy, he was afraid of the dark And his mother would fast and pray at his feet The lamp burned as he slept, slept as he dreamed He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white muslin Dressed in white muslin, dancing in a ring He was afraid of the dark and the lamp burned And his mother fasted and prayed as he slept Dreaming of blossoms, they were burning his throat He had eaten flowers, fell burning Flowers fell burning from the young girls' hair He was whispering into his God's earLet the children be so, let children be so And the lamplight flickered, flickered And his mother withered like JobAnd he lay there dreaming and the blossoms fell And Tilak's trumpet proceeded to call And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy And the people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi I had a dream Mr. King, well, beg my pardon I was trespassing the sacred garden And the blossoms fell, well, they dropped like candy And nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Hey, little man, awake from your slumber Get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers He is frail and shy and the cast of his mind Was mercurial, was mercurial As the sacred verbs scrawled in the dust Scrawled in the dust on the floor, on the floor Long live revolution and the spinning wheel And a handful of salt and a handful of salt And the untouchables felt like candy They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi" The children of God with hands full of candy They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Feel our woes, man of the giving Rejoin the living, rejoin the living Awake from the net where you've been sleeping And they're climbing, climbing, the burning hair And the burning flowers from the young girls Well, they dropped all around, they dropped like candy The people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Awake little man, awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers One, two, three, four hundred thousand million People, people, people, people Awake from your slumber, awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers Long live revolution and the spinning wheel Awake, awake is the mighty appeal Oh, people awake, awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers I had a dream Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing the sacred garden And the blossoms fell, dropped like candy And nature called, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Gandhi, Gandhi Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers
I had a dream, Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing a sacred garden And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" And the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" When he was, when he was a boy, he was afraid of the dark And his mother would fast and pray at his feet The lamp burned as he slept, slept as he dreamed He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white muslin Dressed in white muslin, dancing in a ring He was afraid of the dark and the lamp burned And his mother fasted and prayed as he slept Dreaming of blossoms, they were burning his throat He had eaten flowers, fell burning Flowers fell burning from the young girls' hair He was whispering into his God's earLet the children be so, let children be so And the lamplight flickered, flickered And his mother withered like JobAnd he lay there dreaming and the blossoms fell And Tilak's trumpet proceeded to call And the blossoms fell and they dropped like candy And the people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi, Gandhi I had a dream Mr. King, well, beg my pardon I was trespassing the sacred garden And the blossoms fell, well, they dropped like candy And nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Hey, little man, awake from your slumber Get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers He is frail and shy and the cast of his mind Was mercurial, was mercurial As the sacred verbs scrawled in the dust Scrawled in the dust on the floor, on the floor Long live revolution and the spinning wheel And a handful of salt and a handful of salt And the untouchables felt like candy They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi" The children of God with hands full of candy They called to him, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Feel our woes, man of the giving Rejoin the living, rejoin the living Awake from the net where you've been sleeping And they're climbing, climbing, the burning hair And the burning flowers from the young girls Well, they dropped all around, they dropped like candy The people cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Awake little man, awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers One, two, three, four hundred thousand million People, people, people, people Awake from your slumber, awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers Long live revolution and the spinning wheel Awake, awake is the mighty appeal Oh, people awake, awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers I had a dream Mr. King, if you'll beg my pardon I was trespassing the sacred garden And the blossoms fell, dropped like candy And nature called, "Gandhi, Gandhi" Gandhi, Gandhi Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers
