| 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 | |
| He slept a summer by my side | |
| He filled my days | |
| with endless wonder | |
| He took my childhood in his stride | |
| But he was gone | |
| when autumn came | |
| 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 from | |
| what it seemed | |
| Now life has killed | |
| the dream I dreamed |