The Last Dream - Ray Thomas

A simple man

Had the strangest dream

He stood in a garden of flowers

That over looked the sea

There sailing by

Were his truth and his lies going home

While all around the sweetest sounds

Filled the air with love

They made his senses pound

He saw with open mind

His life turn with the tide to go home

Memories of youth had passed before

He and he alone could count the score

For he was free he was free

This was his last dream

Such melodies are made to sing

The mellow sounds within a thousand violins

Caught upon the breeze

They play in harmony sweet harmony

At last he knew his act was through

With no applause and no encores

Though the house was full

So bring the curtain down

Lay him in the ground

For he's gone home

Memories of youth had passed before

He and he alone could count the score

Now he is free he is free

This was his last dream