Medley from Les Miserables
Schönberg and Boublil
At the end of the day you're another day older,
And that's all you can say for the life of the poor.
It's a struggle, it's a war,
And there's nothing that anyone's giving,
One more day standing about, what is it for?
One day less to be living.
At the end of the day you're another day colder,
And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill.
And the righteous hurry past,
They don't hear the little ones crying,
And the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill,
One day nearer to dying.
At the end of the day there's another day dawning,
And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise.
Like the waves' crash on the sand,
Like a storm that'll break any second.
There's a hunger in the land,
There's a reckoning still to be reckoned,
It's us who'll have to pay
At the end of the day.
I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high and life worth living.
I dreamed, that love would never die,
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart,
As they turn your dream to shame.
