I dreamed a dream in times 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 tear your hope apart

As they turn your dreams to shame

And still I dream he'll come to me

That we will 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 this hell I'm living

So different now than what it seems
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed