I dreamed a dream

in time gone by

When hope was high

and life worth living

I dreamed that love would

never die

I dreamed that God

would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made

and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night

With their voices

soft as thunder

As they turn your hope apart

And they turn your dreams

to shame

Still I dream he'll come to me

That we would live

the years together

But there are dreams

that cannot be

And there are storms

we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be

So different from the hell

I'm living

So different now from

what it seemed

Now life has killed the dream

I dreamed