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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Clopin 
Judge Claude Frollo longed
To purge the world
Of vice and sin
 [bad word] 
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Clopin 
And he saw [bad word] 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
 [bad word] 
Dies irae, dies illa (Day of wrath, that day)
Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the world in ashes)
Teste David [bad word] sibylla (As prophesied by David and the sibyl)
Quantus tremor est [bad word] (What trembling is to be)
Quando Judex est [bad word] (When the Judge [bad word] 

Gypsy 
Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary

Frollo 
baby? monster!

Archdeacon 
Stop!

Clopin 
Cried the Archdeacon

Frollo 
This is an unholy deamon.
I'm sending it back to [bad word]  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 [bad word] from
Nor hide what you've done from the eyes
The very eyes of Notre Dame
 [bad word] 
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Clopin 
And for one time in his live
Of power and control
 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] name
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 [bad word] 
Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells of Notre Dame