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 the nature cried, "Gandhi, Gandhi"   And the 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   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, well, 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 is 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 felt 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 they're climbing, climbing, the burning hair   And the burning flowers from the young girls   Well, they dropped all around, they dropped like candy   The 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, 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