Found this while trawling for an obit.Not in the DT as far as I can see.

A Wild Utopian Dream
(Alex Glasgow )

Last night I dreamed a dream, a wild Utopian dream
The air was fresh and clean, the streets were white as cream
The river flowed so crystal clear
The cheerful children all appeared
And full of pride they gaily cried, Our lungs are free from fear
Our lungs are free from fear

Last night I dreamed a dream, a wild Utopian dream
The grass was freshand green, there were no slums to be seen
The dole queues had gone away
The workers worked a four-hour day
The foundries rang, the mill-girls sang like nightingales in May
Like nightingales in May

Last night I dreamed a dream, a wild Utopian dream
This morning I awoke to clouds of dirty smoke
The sparrows coughed their morning song
The slums were back, the queues were long
The dust lies deep, the trees all weep, oh send me back to sleep
And give me back my dream



(as sung by Iain MacKintosh)

RtS