Lyrics:

(Smith/Kaye/Ray/Shanahan/Daugherty)



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...



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...



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