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