Gandhi

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 ear

Let the children be so, let 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, 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