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?

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)