| 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 tear your hope apart | |
| As they turn your dream to shame. | |
| And still I dreamed he'd come to me, | |
| That we would live the years together | |
| But there are dreams that can not be | |
| And there are storms we can not weather. | |
| I had a dream my life would be | |
| So different from this hell I'm living, | |
| So different now from what it seemed | |
| Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. |