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 nature cried
Gandhi Gandhi
And nature cried
Gandhi Gandhi

When he was a boy
He was afraid of the dark
His mother would fast
And pray at his feet
And 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 ear
Let the children be so
Let the children be so
And the lamplight flickered flickered
And his mother withered like Job
And 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
If you'll 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 was frail and shy
And the cast of his mind
Was mercurial
Was mercurial
As the sacred verbs
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
The untouchables
Dropped 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 their climbing climbing
The flowing hair
And the golden flowers
Of the young girls
Well they dropped all around
They dropped like candy
And 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
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



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