Trampin'

I'm trampin', trampin' Try'n-a make heaven my home I'm trampin trampin Try'n-a make heaven my home... I've never been to heaven But I've been told Try'n-a make heaven my home That the streets up there Are paved with gold Try'n-a make heaven my home I

In my Blakean year I was so disposed Toward a mission yet unclear Advancing pole by pole Fortune breathed into my ear Mouthed a simple ode One road is paved in gold One road is just a road In my Blakean year Such a woeful schism The pain of our exist

Suffer not Your neighbor's affliction Suffer not Your neighbor's paralysis But extend your hand Extend your hand Lest you vanish in the city And be but a trace Just a vanished ghost And your legacy All the things you knew Science, mathematics, though

Mother rose Every little morn' To tend to me There she stood Waiting by the door Selflessly Took my hand Took it with a smile tenderly Mother rose Every little morn' To tend to me Now's the time To turn the view Now that I have you And I'll rise Ever

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 wo