Текст песни Gandhi - Patti Smith
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
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