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Bells of Notre Dame
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 #1
Shup it up, will you!
Man #2
We'll be spotted!
Gypsy
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 (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?
Frollo
Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her
Clopin
She ran
Chorus
Dies irae, dies illa (Day of wrath, that day)
Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the world in ashes)
Teste David cum sibylla (As prophesied by David and the sibyl)
Quantus tremor est futurus (What trembling is to be)
Quando Judex est venturus (When the Judge is come)
Gypsy
Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary
Frollo
A baby? A monster!
Archdeacon
Stop!
Clopin
Cried the Archdeacon
Frollo
This is an unholy deamon.
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 (Lord have mercy)
Clopin
And for one time in his live
Of power and control
Chorus
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
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 and Chorus
Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells of Notre Dame
- Topsy Turvy
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- 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 Crowd
- All because it's Topy 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!
Hell Fire
- Priests
- Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God almighty)
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin)
Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael)
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all the saints)
- Frollo
- Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud
- Priests
- Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father)
- Frollo
- Beata Maria
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd
- Priests
- Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned)
- Frollo
- Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul
- Priests
- Cogitatione (In thought)
- 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 (In word and deed)
- 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 (Through my fault)
- Frollo
- I'm not to blame
- Priests
- Mea culpa (Through my fault)
- Frollo
- It is the gypsy girl
The witch who sent this flame
- Priests
- Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)
- Frollo
- It's not my fault
- Priests
- Mea culpa (Through my fault)
- Frollo
- If in God's plan
- Priests
- Mea culpa (Through my fault)
- Frollo
- He made the devil so much
Stronger than a man
- Priests
- Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)
- 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
- Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped
- Frollo
- What?
- Guard
- No longer in the cathedral. She's gone
- Frollo
- 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 (Lord have mercy)
- Frollo
- God have mercy on her
- Priests
- Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
- Frollo
- God have mercy on me
- Priests
- Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)
- Frollo
- But she will be mine
Or she will burn!
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