I dreamed a dream in time gone by,

when hope was high and life worth li ving.

I dreamed that love would nev er die,

I dreamed that God would be for giv ing.

Then I was young and un a fraid,

and dreams were made and used, not wa sted.

There was no ran som to be paid,

no song un sung, no wine un tas ted.

But the ti gers come at night,

with their voic es soft as thun der.

As they tear your hope a part,

as they turn your dreams to

shame.

She slept a sum mer by my side,

she filled my days with end less won der.

She took my child hood in her stride,

but she was gone when au tumn came.

And still I dream she'll come to me,

that we will spend the years to ge ther.

But there are dreams that can not be, yeah,

there are storms we can not wea ther,

ahh.

I had a dream my life would be,

so dif ferent from this hell I'm li ving.

So dif ferent now from what it seemed...

Now, life has killed

the dream I...

dreamed.