Interpret:

Patti Smith

Album:

Trampin'

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