I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth giving.
I dreamed of 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 sorrow, and still I dream she´ll come to me,
on a dark night and make it better, and I dream that we will live the years together,
without death doing us apart…
But there are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms that we cannot weather,
I had a dream my life would be, so different from the one, I am now living…
So different from what it all seems now! Life has killed the dream I dreamed….
But the wise man said "There is always a light at the end of the tunnel..."
Which I hope I reach, before the train of life gets to my last station,
where I will get off to end my journey, while others will be getting aboard,
to start living their own dream...