I dreamed a dream in times gone by
when hope was high and life worth liv ing.
I dreamed that love would nev er die.
I dreamed that God would be for giv ing.
Then I was young and un a fraid
and dreams were made and used and wast ed.
There was no ran som to be paid,
no song un sung, no wine un giv ing.
tast ed.
But the ti gers came at night
with their voic es soft as thun der
as they tear your hope a part,
as they turn your dream to shame.
He slept a sum mer by my side.
He filled my days with end less won der.
He took my child hood in his stride,
but he was gone when au tumn came.
And still I dream he’ll come to me,
that we would live the years to geth er.
But these are dreams that could not be,
and there are storms that can not weath er.
I had a dream my life would be
so diff ’rent from this hell I’m liv ing diff ’rent now from what it seemed.
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.
This page shows “I Dreamed A Dream” by Claude-Michel Schonberg in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of Bb at 80 BPM, a slightly more challenging arrangement — practice each phrase slowly first.