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 [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 #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 
 [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) 

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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 a