The Bells of Notre Dame
CLOPIN: 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
CLOPIN & PUPPET (SPOKEN): 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, [Oww!] 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 #1: Shut it up, will you!
MAN #2: We'll be spotted!
GYPSYWOMAN: Hush, little one.
CLOPIN: Four frightened gypsies slid silently under
The docks near Notre Dame
MAN #3: 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 #4: Judge Claude Frollo
CLOPIN: The bells of Notre Dame
CHORUS: Kyrie Eleison
CLOPIN: Judge Claude Frollo longed
To purge the world
Of vice and sin
CHORUS: Kyrie Eleison
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?
FROLLO: Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her.
CLOPIN: She ran
CHORUS: Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla
Teste David cum sibylla
Quantus tremor est futurus
Quando Judex est venturus
GYPSY: Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary
FROLLO: A baby? A monster!
ARCHDEACON: Stop!
CLOPIN: Cried the Archdeacon
FROLLO: This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs.
ARCHDEACON: See there the innocent blood you have spilt
On the steps of Notre Dame
FROLLO: I am guiltless. She ran, I pursued.
ARCHDEACON: Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt
On the steps of Notre Dame
FROLLO: My conscience is clear
ARCHDEACON: 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
CHORUS: Kyrie Eleison
CLOPIN: And for one time in his life
Of power and control
CHORUS: Kyrie Eleison
CLOPIN: Frollo felt a twinge of fear
For his immortal soul
FROLLO: What must I do?
ARCHDEACON: 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.
ARCHDEACON: Live here? Where?
FROLLO: 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
CLOPIN: 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?
CLOPIN & CHORUS: Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells of Notre Dame
Out There
FROLLO: The world is cruel
The world is wicked
It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city
I am your only friend
I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you
I who look upon you without fear
How can I protect you, boy, unless you
Always stay in here
Away in here
Remember what I taught you, Quasimodo
You are deformed
QUASIMODO: I am deformed
FROLLO: And you are ugly
QUASIMODO: And I am ugly
FROLLO: And these are crimes
For which the world
Shows little pity
You do not comprehend
QUASIMODO: You are my one defender
FROLLO: Out there they'll revile you
As a monster
QUASIMODO: I am a monster
FROLLO: Out there they will hate
And scorn and jeer
QUASIMODO: Only a monster
FROLLO: Why invite their calumny
And consternation?
Stay in here
Be faithful to me
QUASIMODO: I'm faithful
FROLLO: Grateful to me
QUASIMODO: I'm grateful
FROLLO: Do as I say
Obey
And stay
In here
QUASIMODO: I'll stay
In here
Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone
Hungry for the histories they show me
All my life I've memorized their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
Not above them
But part of them
And out there
Living in the sun
Give me one day out there
All I ask is one
To hold forever
Out there
Where they all live unaware
What I'd give
What I'd dare
Just to live one day out there
Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
Through the roofs and gables I can see them
Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I was in their skin
I'd treasure ev'ry instant
Out there
Strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there
Like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day and then
I swear I'll be content
With my share
Won't resent
Won't despair
Old and bent
I won't care
I'll have spent
One day
Out there
Topsy Turvy
CROWD: Come one, come all!
Leave your loops and milking stools
Coop the hens and pen the mules
Come one, come all!
Close the churches and the schools
It's the day for breaking rules
Come and join the feast of...
CLOPIN: Fools!
Once a year we throw a party here in town
Once a year we turn all Paris upside down
Ev'ry man's a king and ev'ry king's a clown
Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day
It's the day the devil in us gets released
It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest
Ev'rything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools!
CROWD: Topsy turvy!
CLOPIN: Ev'rything is upsy daysy!
CROWD: Topsy turvy!
CLOPIN: Ev'ryone is acting crazy
Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet
That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day
ALL: Topsy Turvy!
CLOPIN AND CROWD: Beat the drums and blow the trumpets
ALL: Topsy Turvy!
CLOPIN AND CROWD: Join the bums and thieves and strumpets
Streaming in from Chartres to Calais
CLOPIN: Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy
On the sixth of "Januervy"
CLOPIN AND THE CROWD: All because it's Topsy Turvy Day!
CLOPIN: Come one, come all!
Hurry, hurry, here's your chance
See the myst'ry and romance
Come one, come all
See the finest girl in France
Make an entrance to entrance
Dance la Esmeralda
Dance!
Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for
Here it is, you know exactly what's in store
Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore
Now's the time we crown the King of Fools!
So make a face that's horrible and frightening
Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing
For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools!
Why?
CROWD: Topsy turvy!
CLOPIN: Ugly folk, forget your shyness
CROWD: Topsy turvy!
CLOPIN: You could soon be called Your Highness!
CROWD: Put your foulest features on display
Be the king of Topsy Turvy Day!
CLOPIN: Ev'rybody!
CROWD: Once a year we throw a party here in town
CLOPIN: Hail to the king!
CROWD: Once a year we turn all Paris upside down
CLOPIN: Oh, what a king!
CROWD: Once a year, the ugliest will wear a crown
CLOPIN: Girls, give a kiss
CROWD: Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day
CLOPIN: We've never had a king like this
CLOPIN AND CROWD: And it's the day we do the things that we deplore
On the other three hundred and sixty-four
Once a year we love to drop in
Where the beer is never stoppin
For the chance to pop some popinjay
And pick a king who'll put the "top" in
Topsy Turvy Day!
Mad and crazy, upsy-daisy, Topsy Turvy Day!
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God Help the Outcasts
ESMERALDA: I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
God help my people
We look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
PARISHIONERS: I ask for wealth
I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can possess
I ask for God and His angels to bless me
ESMERALDA: I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and down trod
I thought we all were
The children of God
God help the outcasts
Children of God
Heaven's Light
So many times out there
I've watched a happy pair
Of lovers walking in the night
They had a kind of glow around them
It almost looked like heaven's light
I knew I'd never know
That warm and loving glow
Though I might wish with all my might
No face as hideous as my face
Was ever meant for heaven's light
But suddenly an angel has smiled at me
And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright
I dare to dream that she
Might even care for me
And as I ring these bells tonight
My cold dark tower seems so bright
I swear it must be heaven's light!
Hellfire
PRIESTS: Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini
Beato Michaeli archangelo
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis
FROLLO: Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud
PRIESTS: Et tibit Pater
FROLLO: Beata Maria
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd
PRIESTS: Quia peccavi nimis
FROLLO: Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul
PRIESTS: Cogitatione
FROLLO: I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control
PRIESTS: Verbo et opere
FROLLO: Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin
It's not my fault
PRIESTS: Mea culpa
FROLLO: I'm not to blame
PRIESTS: Mea culpa
FROLLO: It is the gypsy girl
The witch who sent this flame
PRIESTS: Mea maxima culpa
FROLLO: It's not my fault
PRIESTS: Mea culpa
FROLLO: If in God's plan
PRIESTS: Mea culpa
FROLLO: He made the devil so much
Stronger than a man
PRIESTS: Mea maxima culpa
FROLLO: Protect me, Maria
Don't let this siren cast her spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy Esmeralda
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone
GUARD (SPOKEN): Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped
FROLLO (SPOKEN): What?
GUARD (SPOKEN): No longer in the cathedral. She's gone
FROLLO (SPOKEN): But how? Never mind. Get out, you idiot. I'll find her. I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris.
Hellfire
Dark fire
Now gypsy, it's your turn
Choose me or
Your pyre
Be mine or you will burn
PRIESTS: Kyrie Eleison
FROLLO: God have mercy on her
PRIESTS: Kyrie Eleison
FROLLO: God have mercy on me
PRIESTS: Kyrie Eleison
FROLLO: But she will be mine
Or she will burn!
A Guy Like You
HUGO: Paris, the city of lovers
Is glowing this evening
True, that's because it's on fire
But still, there's "l'amour"
Somewhere out there in the night
Her Heart is also alight
And I know the guy she just might
Be burning for
A guy like you
She's never known, kid
A guy like you
A girl does not meet ev'ry day
You've got a look
That's all your own, kid
Could there be two?
VICTOR & LAVERNE: Like you?
ALL THREE: No way!
HUGO: Those other guys
That she could dangle
All look the same
From ev'ry boring point of view
You're a surprise
From ev'ry angle
Mon Dieu above
She's gotta love
A guy like you
VICTOR: A guy like you
Gets extra credit
Because it's true
You've got a certain some thing more
HUGO: You're aces, kid
LAVERNE: You see that face
You don't forget it
VICTOR & LAVERNE: Want something new?
HUGO: That's you
ALL THREE: For sure!
LAVERNE: We all have gaped
At some Adonis
VICTOR: But then we crave a meal
More nourishing to chew
HUGO: And since you're shaped
Like a croissant is
ALL THREE: No question of
She's gotta love
A guy like you!
LAVERNE: Call me a hopeless romantic
But Quasi, I feel it
VICTOR: She wants you so
Any moment she'll walk through that door
ALL THREE: For
HUGO: A guy so swell
VICTOR & LAVERNE: A guy like you
HUGO: With all you bring her
VICTOR & LAVERNE: I tell you Quasi
HUGO: A fool could tell
VICTOR & LAVERNE: There never was
HUGO: It's why she fell
VICTOR & LAVERNE: Another, was he?
HUGO: For you-know-who
VICTOR & LAVERNE: From king to serf
To the bourgeoisie
HUGO: You ring the bell
VICTOR & LAVERNE: They're all a second-stringer
ALL THREE: You're the bell ringer!
When she wants oo-la-la
Then she wants you la-la
She will discover, guy
You're one heckuva guy
Who wouldn't love a guy
Like you?
Hugo: You got a lot
The rest have not
So she's gotta love
A guy like you!
The Court of Miracles
CLOPIN & GYPSIES: Maybe you've heard of a terrible place
Where the scoundrels of Paris
Collect in a lair
Maybe you've heard of that mythical place
Called the Court of Miracles
Hello, you're there!
Where the lame can walk
And the blind can see
But the dead don't talk
So you won't be around
To reveal what you've found
We have a method for spies and intruders
Rather like hornets protecting their hive
Here in the Court of Miracles
Where it's a miracle if you get out alive!
CLOPIN: Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles
I am the lawyers and judge all in one
We like to get the trial over with quickly
Because it's the sentence that's really the fun!
Now that we've seen all the evidence
PUPPET: Wait! I object!
CLOPIN: Overruled!
PUPPET: I object!
CLOPIN: Quiet!
PUPPET: Dang!
CLOPIN: We find you totally innocent
Which is the worst crime of all
ALL: So you're going to hang!
The bells of Notre Dame (reprise)
CLOPIN: So here is a riddle to guess if you can
Sing the bells of Notre Dame
What makes a monster and what makes a man?
Whatever their pitch, you
Can feel them bewitch you
The rich and the ritual knells
Of the
CHORUS: Sing the bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells
Bells, bells
Bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells
CLOPIN: Bells of Notre Dame
Someday
Someday
When we are wiser
When the world's older
When we have learned
I pray someday we may yet live
To live and let live
Someday
Life will be fairer
Need will be rarer and greed will not pay
God speed
This bright millennium on it's way
Let it come someday
Someday
Our fight will be won then
We'll stand in the sun then
That bright afternoon
'Til then
On days when the sun is gone
We'll hang on and we'll wish upon the moon
There are some days dark and bitter
Seems we haven't got a prayer
But a prayer for someday better
Is the one thing we all share
Someday
When we are wiser
When the world's older
When we have learned
I pray someday we may yet live
To live and let live
Someday
Life will be fairer
Need will be rarer
Greed will not pay
God speed this bright millennium
Let it come
Wish upon the moon
One day
Someday
Soon
God Help the Outcasts (Credits)
I don't know if you can hear me
Or if you're even there
I don't know if you would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see your face and wonder
Were you once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
The lost and forgotten
They look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
God help the outcasts
The poor and down trod
I thought we all were
The children of God
I don't know if there's a reason
Why some are blessed, some not
Why the few
You seem to favor
They fear us, flee us
Try not to see us
God help the outcasts
The tattered, the torn
Seeking an answer
To why they were born
Winds of misfortune
Have blown them about
You made the outcasts
Don't cast them out
The poor and unlucky
The weak and the odd
I thought they all were
The children of God
