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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joe McElderry
Joe McElderry
Vocals
Steven Baker
Steven Baker
Programming
Nicholas Dodd
Nicholas Dodd
Performer
The City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra
The City of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra
Orchestra
Nick Browning
Nick Browning
Ukulele
Craig Hendry
Craig Hendry
Bass Guitar
Per Lindvall
Per Lindvall
Drums
Lucie Svehlová
Lucie Svehlová
First Violin
James Fitzpatrick
James Fitzpatrick
Orchestra
Richard Hein
Richard Hein
Conductor
Brighton Festival Chorus
Brighton Festival Chorus
Choir
Stanja Vomackova
Stanja Vomackova
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Herbert Kretzmer
Herbert Kretzmer
Composer
Jean-Marc Natel
Jean-Marc Natel
Songwriter
Alain Boublil
Alain Boublil
Songwriter
Claude-Michel Schönberg
Claude-Michel Schönberg
Composer
Stanja Vomackova
Stanja Vomackova
Writer
Steven Baker
Steven Baker
String Arranger
Nicholas Dodd
Nicholas Dodd
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steven Baker
Steven Baker
Producer
Phil Bodger
Phil Bodger
Mixing Engineer
Ray Staff
Ray Staff
Mastering Engineer
Tom Bailey
Tom Bailey
Recording Engineer
Craig Hendry
Craig Hendry
Assistant Producer
Jan Holzner
Jan Holzner
Engineer

Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Herbert Kretzmer, Claude-michel Schonberg, Alain Albert Boublil, Jean-marc Natel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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