Susan

I Dreamed A Dream

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

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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.

Words by Alain Boublil

Poor Susan Boyle. She proved that beauty certainly can be found in unexpected places. Didn't she sing that song so well! I examine the lyrics and there I find echoes of Susan's own humble life and the experience she has had in the public spotlight and at the hands of our ruthless media. "No song unsung", the tigers that come at night "turn your dream to shame", "But there are dreams that cannot be" and finally "life has killed the dream I dreamed". How brave of this simple woman to stand alone in the full glare of the media machine and to sing her song so sweetly. She really did dream a dream and if you're reading this blog Susan, I'm sorry that I previously posted a picture of you as a Yorkshire pudding! You're not, you're a flower of Scotland and I hope you find a way back to your simple life in your unexceptional Scottish village.