David Ogden Stiers/Paul Kandel/Tony Jay The Bells of Notre Dame Lyrics

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 c__ 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

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Out There
Vocals: Quasimodo (Tom Hulce) and Frollo (Tony Jay)
Music: Alan Menken

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Frollo
The world is cruel
The world is wicked
It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city
I am your only friend
I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you
I who look upon you without fear
How can I protect you, boy, unless you
Always stay in here
Away in here
Remember what I taught you, Quasimodo
You are deformed

Quasimodo
I am deformed

Frollo
And you are ugly

Quasimodo
And I am ugly

Frollo
And these are crimes
For which the world
Shows little pity
You do not comprehend

Quasimodo
You are my one defender

Frollo
Out there they'll revile you
As a monster

Quasimodo
I am a monster

Frollo
Out there they will hate
And scorn and jeer

Quasimodo
Only a monster

Frollo
Why invite their calumny
And consternation?
Stay in here
Be faithful to me

Quasimodo
I'm faithful

Frollo
Grateful to me

Quasimodo
I'm grateful

Frollo
Do as I say
Obey
And stay
In here

Quasimodo
I'll stay
In here

Quasimodo
Safe behind these windows and these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone
Hungry for the histories they show me
All my life I memorize their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
Not above them
But part of them

And out there
Living in the sun
Give me one day out there
All I ask is one
To hold forever

Out there
Where they all live unaware
What I'd give
What I'd dare
Just to live one day out there

Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives
Through the roofs and gables I can see them
Ev'ry day they shout and scold and go about their lives
Heedless of the gift it is to be them
If I was in their skin
I'd treasure ev'ry instant

Out there
Strolling by the Seine
Taste a morning out there
Like ordinary men
Who freely walk about there
Just one day and then
I swear I'll be content
With my share
Won't resent
Won't despair
Old and bent
I won't care
I'll have spent
One day
Out there