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 were made to sing,
The mellow sounds within a thousand violins
Caught upon the breeze
They play in sweet 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 on the ground,
For he's gone 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
Now he is free