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.
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.
And 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 all your hope apart, as 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.
And still I dreamed he will come to me, that we will live the years together but there are storms we cannot weather,
And dreams that cannot be.
I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living.
So different now from what it seems.
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
