I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hopes were 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, When dreams were made and used and wasted. There was no ransom to be payed, 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 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 dreamed he'd come to me And 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 this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.