I dreamed a (F)dream in days gone (Dm)by

when hope was (Bb)high and life worth (Gm7)liv ing.

I dreamed that love would nev er (Dm7)die.

I dreamed that God would be for (Gm7)giv ing.

Then I was (F)young and un a (Dm)fraid

and dreams were (Bb)made and used and (Gm7)wast ed.

There was no ran som to be (Dm7)paid,

no song un sung, no wine un (Gm7)tast ed.

But the (D)ti gers come at (Gm)night

with their voic es soft as (G)thun der,

as they tear your hope a (Fm)part,

as they turn your dream to (F)shame.

He slept a (F)sum mer by my (Dm)side.

He filled my (Bb)days with end less (Gm)won der.

He took my child hood in his (Dm7)stride.

But he was gone when au tumn (C)came.

And still I (G)dreamed he’d come to (Em)me,

that we would (C)live the years to (D7)geth er.

But there are (G)dreams that can not (Em7)be,

and there are (C)storms we can not (D)weath er.

I had a (G)dream my life would (C)be

so dif f’rent from this hell I’m (G)liv ing, so dif f’rent (G)now from what it (Em7)seemed.

Now life has killed the dream I (G)dreamed.