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