Fantine:
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.
There was a time
Then it all went wrong.

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.
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 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 dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together.
But there are dreams that cannot be,
And there are storms we cannot weather.

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed,
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.