| There was a time when men were kind | 
| When their voices were soft | 
| And their words inviting | 
| There was a time when love was blind | 
| And the world was a song | 
| And the song was exciting | 
| There was a time | 
| Then it all went wrong | 
| 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 tigers come at night | 
| With their voices soft as thunder | 
| As they tear your hope apart | 
| And they turn your dream to shame | 
| I dreamed a dream in days 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 tigers come at night | 
| With their voices soft as thunder | 
| As they tear your hope apart | 
| And they turn your dream to shame | 
| He slept a summer by my side | 
| He filled my days with endless wonder | 
| He took my childhood in his stride | 
| But he was gone when autumn came | 
| 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 tigers come at night | 
| With their voices soft as thunder | 
| As they tear your hope apart | 
| And they turn your dream to shame | 
| And still I dream he’ll come 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 hell I’m living | 
| So different now from what it seemed | 
| Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. |