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    Ray Thomas, Lyrics:

    The last dream.

    A simple man had the strangest dream
    He stood in a garden of flowers
    That overlooked the sea
    And 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

     

    Songwriters: Ray Thomas