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 nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"
And 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
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 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, 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
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
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 from 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

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