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 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.
| © Alan Boublil & Claude-Michel Schonberg
| (Requested By Elli)
| ![]() -- 'Each different line in this song, seems to fit | with how I feel. I usually substitute he with she as | the person I always wanted to love and take care of | me.
| ...(Elli)' --
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