(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