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 tear your hopes apart

And they turn your dream to shame

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.