I Dreamed a Dream
There was a time when men were kind.
When their voices were soft.
And their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind.
And the world was a song.
And the song was exciting.
There was a time...
Then it all went wrong.
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.
When their voices were soft.
And their words inviting.
There was a time when love was blind.
And the world was a song.
And the song was exciting.
There was a time...
Then it all went wrong.
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.
Credits
Writer(s): Herbert Kretzmer, Alain Albert Boublil, Jean Marc Natel, Claude Michel Schonberg
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