[Verse 1]
[Young as 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

Shh, listen
And Clopin will tell you
It is a tale, a tale of a man
And a monster

[Verse 2]
[Hyles as Clopin]
Dark was the night when our tale was begun
On the docks near Notre Dame

Man 1: Shup it up, will you!
Man 2: We'll be spotted!
Gypsy: Hush, little one
Four frightened gypsies slid silently under
The docks near Notre Dame

Man 3: Four guilders for safe passage into Paris

[Young as 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 4: Judge Claude Frollo!

The bells of Notre Dame

[Intermission]
Kyrie Eleison

Judge Claude Frollo longed
To purge the world
Of vice and sin

Kyrie Eleison

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?
Frollo: Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her
Clopin: She ran, hahahahahahahaha

[Choir]
Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla
Teste David cum sibylla
Quando Judex est venturus

Gypsy: Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary!

Quantus tremor est futurus
Dies irae, dies illa

Frollo: A baby? A monster!

Solvet saeclum in favilla
Dies irae, dies illa
Yaaaaah

Archdeacon: Stop!
Clopin: Cried the Archdeacon
Frollo: This is an unholy deamon
Frollo: I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs
[Verse 3]
[Hyles as Archdeacon]
See there the innocent blood you have spilt
On the steps of Notre Dame

Frollo: I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued

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

Frollo: 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

[Intermission 2]
[Young as Clopin]
Kyrie Eleison

And for one time in his live
Of power and control

Kyrie Eleison

Frollo felt a twinge of fear
For his immortal soul

Frollo: Archdeacon, what must I do?
Archdeacon: Care for the child, and raise it as your own

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

[Outro]
[Young as 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 Dame

Ahahahahahahahaha
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