Ray Thomas - The Last Dream lyrics

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 pa**ed 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 pa**ed before He and he alone could count the score Now he is free he is free This was his last dream