Recorded in 1969 at Golden Voice Recording Co. South Pekin, IL by Jerry Milam.
lyrics
The Dream
(Stevenson, Floyd, Eden)
when the earth was ripe
and the time was right to say love
when our worlds were one
and the only sun was our love
all that ever had been had been wrapped
in the dream of our lives
watching rainbows cross the sky
in the vanishing dream of our lives
falling up then, then turning down
the days of secret places
singing loud, but watching how
the age is shown on faces
backing into corners
emotions become just a blur
in the dream of our lives,
games of night that were
stolen and shared and then forgotten
pastor, I’m running! master, you’ll see!
soon I’ll be gunning down people like me
my mind is behind her
their minds have grown cold
the dream is of love,
they’re feeling too old
if you were here now and back with me
we’d find the dream that we sought
laughing, glowing, living, growing,
running in a straight line
toward open country