I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I prayed that God would be forgivingThen 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 untastedBut the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
And they turn your dreams to shameAnd still I dream he'd come to me
That we would live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
Songwriters
ALAIN ALBERT BOUBLIL, CLAUDE MICHEL SCHONBERG, HERBERT KRETZMER, JEAN MARC NATELPublished by
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