Oh what a dream, Oh what a story. Don´t have to weep, Come and enjoy a smile. Opening scene is just like a doorway. Here´s a story, in rhythm and rhyme.
There is a tree on the street and in the forest. Lavender dream whispered a poet. Bright potpourri. The envy of orchids, When it´s dressed in a pink and fuchsia twine. Jacaranda tree and the Bougainvillea vine.
Oh Mandela, that garden that you made, Is a vision of the prayer, you must´ve been prayin´ everyday. Sweet Azaleas, every color every kind. And the first and the last are all divine.
There is a dream of the trees and of the flowers. There is a season of peace at the borderline... Where we´re redeemed and history will crown us. Jacaranda tree and Bougainvillea vine.
Oh Mandela, would you say that it´s alright?
When the children play they always say, they say that we were like Cinderella, in your garden there´s a shrine, To the first and the last they´re all divine.
One and all, big and small, a common birth. Each and every child for all his worth. Take the one who´s always last and make him first. Take these seeds. Seed the earth.
Comin´ along, Oh what a long way we have come. Comin´ along, Makin´ a home for everyone. Comin´ along, way down South in Africa Look at (Study) the Jacaranda tree huggin´ the Bougainvillea
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