The Bells of Notre Dame

[Clopin:]
Morning in Paris, the city awakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes
To the bells of Notre Dame
To the big bells as loud as the thunder
To the little bells soft as a psalm
And some say the soul of the city's
The toll of the bells
The bells of Notre Dame

[Clopin:]
- Listen, they're beautiful, no?
- So many colors of sound, so many changing moods
- Because you know, they don't ring all by themselves
[Dockan Clopin:]
- They don't?
[Clopin:]
- No, silly boy.
- Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower
- lives the mysterious bell ringer.
- Who is this creature
[Dockan Clopin:]
- Who?
[Clopin:]
- What is he?
[Dockan Clopin:]
- What?
[Clopin:]
- How did he come to be there
[Dockan Clopin:]
- How?
[Clopin:]
- Hush, and Clopin will tell you
- It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster.

[Clopin:]
Dark was the night when our tale was begun
On the docks near Notre Dame
Four frightened gypsies slid silently under
The docks near Notre DameClopin
But a trap had been laid for the gypsies
And they gazed up in fear and alarm
At a figure whose clutches
Were iron as much as the bells
The bells of Notre Dame

Judge Claude Frollo longed
To purge the world
Of vice and sin
And he saw corruption
Ev'rywhere
Except within

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[Frollo:]
- Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice
[Vakt:]
- You there, what are you hiding?
[Frollo:]
- Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her
[Clopin:]
- She ran

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[Zigenerska:]
- Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary
[Frollo:]
- A baby? A monster!
[Clopin:]
- Stop! Cried the Archdeacon
[Frollo:]
- This is an unholy deamon.
- I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs.

[Arkidiakon:]
See there the innocent blood you have spilt
On the steps of Notre Dame

[Frollo:]
- I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.

[Arkidiakon:]
Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt
On the steps of Notre Dame

[Frollo:]
- My conscience is clear

[Arkidiakon:]
You can lie to yourself and your minions
You can claim that you haven't a qualm
But you never can run from
Nor hide what you've done from the eyes
The very eyes of Notre Dame

[Clopin:]
And for one time in his live
Of power and control
Frollo felt a twinge of fear
For his immortal soul

[Frollo:]
- What must I do?

[Arkidiakon:]
- Care for the child, and raise it as your own

[Frollo:]
- What? I'd be settled with this misshapen ...?
- Very well. Let him live with you, in your church.

[Arkidiakon:]
- Live here? Where?

[Frollo:]
- Anywhere

[Frollo:]
Just so he's kept locked away
Where no one else can see

[Frollo:]
- The bell tower, perhaps
- And who knows, our Lord works in mysterious ways

[Frollo:]
Even this foul creature may
Yet prove one day to be
Of use to me

[Clopin:]
- And Frollo gave the child a cruel name
- A name that means half-formed, Quasimodo

[Clopin:]
Now here is a riddle to guess if you can
Sing the bells of Notre Dame
Who is the monster and who is the man?
Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells of Notre Daaaaaaaame

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