Karaoké The Bells of Notre Dame Le Bossu de Notre-Dame

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 do not ring all by themselves

No silly boy

Up there high high in the dark bell tower lives the mysterious bell ringer

Who is this creature

What is he

How did he come to be there

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

Four frightened gypsies slid silently under

The docks near Notre Dame

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

The bells of Notre Dame

Judge Claude Frollo longed

To purge the world

Of vice and sin

And he saw corruption

Everywhere

Except within

Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice

Stolen goods no doubt

Take them from her

She ran

Sanctuary please

Give us sanctuary

A baby

A monster

Stop

Cried the Archdeacon

This is an unholy deamon

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

And for one time in his live

Of power and control

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'd be settled with this misshapen

Very well

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