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 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 tear your hopes apart
And they turn your dream to shame

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