| Oh what a dream, Oh what a story
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| Don’t have to weep, Come and enjoy a smile
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| Opening scene is just like a doorway
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| Here’s a story, in rhythm and rhyme
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| There is a tree on the street and in the forest
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| Lavender dream whispered a poet
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| Bright potpourri. |
| The envy of orchids
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| When it’s dressed in a pink and fuchsia twine
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| Jacaranda tree and the Bougainvillea vine
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| Oh Mandela, that garden that you made
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| Is a vision of the prayer, you must’ve been prayin' everyday
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| Sweet Azaleas, every color every kind
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| And the first and the last are all divine
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| There is a dream of the trees and of the flowers
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| There is a season of peace at the borderline…
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| Where we’re redeemed and history will crown us
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| Jacaranda tree and Bougainvillea vine
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| Oh Mandela, would you say that it’s alright?
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| When the children play they always say, they say that we were like
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| Cinderella, in your garden there’s a shrine
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| To the first and the last they’re all divine
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| One and all, big and small, a common birth
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| Each and every child for all his worth
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| Take the one who’s always last and make him first
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| Take these seeds. |
| Seed the earth
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| OUTRO:
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| Comin' along
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| Oh what a long way we have come
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| Comin' along
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| Makin' a home for everyone
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| Comin' along, way down South in Africa
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| Look at (Study) the Jacaranda tree huggin' the Bougainvillea
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| REPEAT OUTRO X 4 |