The Bells Of Notre Dame

Morning in Paris The city awakes

To the bells of Notre Dame

The fisherman fishes The baker man 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 do not ring all by themselves.

They don't? - No, you 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. Clopin will tell you. - Ow!

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 - Shut it up, will you?

We'll be spotted! - Hush, little one.

Four frightened Gypsies slid silently under

The docks near Notre Dame

Four guilders for safe passage into Paris.

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 - Judge Claude Frollo!

The bells

Of Notre Dame - Kyrie eleison

Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge the world of vice and sin

Kyrie eleison

And he saw corruption

Everywhere except within

Bring these Gypsy vermin to the Palace of Justice.

You there! What are you hiding?

Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her.

She ran.

Dies irae Dies irae

Dies illa Dies illa

Solvet saeclum in favilla

Aah!

Quando tremor est futurus

Quando judex est venturus

Sanctuary! Please, give us sanctuary!

Quando tremor est futurus

Dies irae

A baby?

A monster!

Solvet saeclum in favilla

Dies irae Dies irae

Stop! - ...cried the Archdeacon.

This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs.

See, there, the innocent blood you have spilt

On the steps of Notre Dame

I am guiltless. She ran. I pursued.

Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt

On the steps of Notre Dame - My conscience is clear.

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

Kyrie eleison

And for one time in his life

Of power and control

Kyrie eleison

Frollo felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul

What must I do? - Care for the child and raise it as your own.

What? I am to be saddled with this misshapen--

Very well. But let him live with you in your church.

Live here? Where? - Anywhere.

Just so he's kept locked away where no one else can see

The bell tower, perhaps.

And who knows? Our Lord works in mysterious ways.

Even this foul creature may yet prove one day to be

Of use to me

And Frollo gave the child a cruel name,

a name that means, "half-formed."

Quasimodo.

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 Dame