sing me one last song that will carry me away to the warm summer memory of home and that old melody softly echoes on the breeze to a pathway that i must walk alone i have loved i have lain on the dewy morning fields with a cloud of apple blossom in the air so lay me down i m weary of the cries and distant drums one last farewell the time for endless sleep will come sing me one last song as the evening shadows fall from the gold chariot reaching from the west raise up one last glass as i hear the boatman call and an old song will carry me to rest i have loved i have lain on the dewy morning fields with a cloud of apple blossom in the air so lay me down i m weary of the cries and distant drums one last farewell the time for endless sleep has come