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
Listen, they're beautiful, no?
So many colors of sound, so many changing moods
Because you know, they don't ring all by themselves
- They don't? -
No, silly boy.
Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower
lives the mysterious bell ringer.
Who is this creature - Who? -
What is he? - What? -
How did he come to be there - How? -
Hush, and Clopin will tell you
It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster.
Dark was the night when our tale was begun
On the docks near Notre Dame
Man Shup it up, will you!
Man We'll be spotted!
Gypsy
Hush, little one.
Clopin
Four frightened gypsies slid silently under
The docks near Notre Dame
Man Four guilders for safe passage into Paris
Clopin
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
Man Judge Claude Frollo
Clopin
The bells of Notre Dame
Chorus
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Clopin
Judge Claude Frollo longed
To purge the world
Of vice and sin
Chorus
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
Clopin
And he saw corruption
Ev'rywhere
Except within
Frollo
Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice
Guard
You there, what are you hiding?
-acapo
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