The Last Dream

<br>(Ray Thomas)<br>A simple man had the strangest dream<br>he stood in a garden of flowers<br>that overlooked the sea<br>and there sailing by<br>were his truth and his lies going home<br>While all around the sweetest sounds<br>filled the air with love<br>they made his senses pound<br>he saw with open mind<br>his life turn with the tide to go home<br>Memories of youth had passed before<br>he and he alone could count the score<br>for he was free he was free<br>this was his last dream<br>Such melodies are made to sing<br>the mellow sounds within a thousand violins<br>caught upon the breeze<br>they play in harmony sweet harmony<br>At last he knew his act was through<br>with no applause and no encores<br>though the house was full<br>so bring the curtain down<br>lay him in the ground<br>for he`s gone home<br>Memories of youth had passed before<br>he and he alone could count the score<br>now he is free he is free<br>this was his last dream<br>------------------------------------------------------------<br>Linda Bangert l.s.bangert@larc.nasa.gov