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 [bad word] at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they turn your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame

And still I dream [bad word] 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 the [bad word] I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed