Текст песни Thomas Ray - The Last Dream
Thomas Ray - The Last Dream слова песни
(Ray Thomas)A simple man had the strangest dreamhe stood in a garden of flowersthat overlooked the seaand there sailing bywere his truth and his lies going homeWhile all around the sweetest soundsfilled the air with lovethey made his senses poundhe saw with open mindhis life turn with the tide to go homeMemories of youth had passed beforehe and he alone could count the scorefor he was free he was freethis was his last dreamSuch melodies are made to singthe mellow sounds within a thousand violinscaught upon the breezethey play in harmony sweet harmonyAt last he knew his act was throughwith no applause and no encoresthough the house was fullso bring the curtain downlay him in the groundfor he`s gone homeMemories of youth had passed beforehe and he alone could count the scorenow he is free he is freethis was his last dream------------------------------------------------------------Linda Bangert l.s.bangert@larc.nasa.gov