I dreamed a dream in time gone by,
When hopes 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...
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
But the tigers come at night, with their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart.
There are dreams that cannot be,
and there are storms we cannot weather.