Music: Claude-Michel Schönberg   Lyrics: Herbert Kretzmer   Original text: Alain Boublil and Jean-Marc Natel      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   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'd come to me,   That we would live the years together   But there are dreams that can not be   And there are storms we can not weather.      I had a dream my life would be   So different from this hell I'm living,   So different now from what it seemed