Patti Smith - Gandhi Lyrics
I had a dream Mr. King If you'll beg my pardonI was trespassing A sacred gardenAnd the blossoms fell And they dropped like candyAnd nature cried Gandhi GandhiAnd nature cried Gandhi GandhiWhen he was a boy He was afraid of the darkHis mother would fast And pray at his feetAnd the lamp burned as he slept Slept as he dreamedHe was dreaming of his sisters Dressed in white muslinDressed in white muslin Dancing in a ringHe was afraid of the dark And the lamp burnedAnd his mother fasted And prayed as he sleptDreaming of blossoms They were burning his throatHe had eaten flowers Fell burningFlowers fell burning From the young girls' hairHe was whispering Into his god's earLet the children be so Let the children be soAnd the lamplight flickered flickered And his mother withered like JobAnd he lay there dreaming And the blossoms fellAnd Tilak's trumpet Proceeded to callAnd the blossoms fell And they dropped like candyAnd the people cried Gandhi Gandhi...I had a dream Mr. King If you'll beg my pardonI was trespassing The sacred gardenAnd the blossoms fell Well, they dropped like candyAnd nature cried Gandhi GandhiHey little man Awake from your slumberGet 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbersHe was frail and shy And the cast of his mindWas mercurial Was mercurialAs the sacred verbs ScrawledIn the dust On the floorOn the floor Long live revolutionAnd the spinning wheel And a handful of saltAnd a handful of salt The untouchablesDropped like candy They called to himGandhi Gandhi The children of godWith hands full of candy They called to himGandhi Gandhi Feel our woesMan of the giving Rejoin the livingRejoin the living Awake from the netWhere you've been sleeping And their climbing climbingThe flowing hair And the golden flowersOf the young girls Well they dropped all aroundThey dropped like candy And people criedGandhi Gandhi Awake little manAwake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbersGet 'em with the numbersOne Two Three Four hundredThousand million peoplePeople People...Awake from your slumber Awake from your slumberAwake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbersGet 'em with the numbers Long live revolutionAnd the spinning wheel Awake awakeIs the mighty appeal Oh, people awakeAwake from your slumber And get 'em with the numbersGet 'em with the numbersI had a dream Mr. KingIf you'll beg my pardon I was trespassingThe sacred garden And the blossoms fellDropped like candy And nature calledGandhi Gandhi Gandhi GandhiAwake from your slumber Awake from your slumberAnd get 'em with the numbers Get 'em with the numbers
