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...