Sangtekst: Disney. Bells Of Notre Dame.

*Clopin* Each 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 you silly boy.
High, High in the dark bell tower, lives the mysterious bell ringer.
Who is the creature?(Who?)
What is he? (what?)
How did he come to be? (How?)
Hush, and Clopin will tell you.
It is the tale of a man, and a monster....

Dark was the night when our story begun
near the docks of Notre Dame
*Gypsie man* Shut it up, will you? We'll be spotted.
*Gyspie woman* Hush, little one.
*Clopin* Four frightened gypsies slipped silently under
the docks near Notre Dame
*boatman* Four gilders for safe passage into Paris
*Clopin* But a trap had been laid for the gypsies
and the gazed up in fear and alarm
at a figure whose clutches
were iron as much as the bells
*Gypsie man* Judge Claude Frollo...
*Clopin* The bells of Notre Dame.

Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge the world
of vice and sin
And he saw corruption everywhere
except within.

*Frollo* Take these gypsie verman to the Palace of Justice
*guard* You! What are you hiding there?
*Frollo* Stolen goods, no doubt. take them from her.

*Clopin* She ran.

*Gypsie woman* Sentuary! Please give us sentuary!

*Frollo* A baby?... A monster!

*Archdeacon* Stop!
*Clopin* Cried the archdeacon.
*Archdeacon* Frollo, what are you doing?
*Frollo* This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell, where it belongs.

*Archdeacon* See here the innocent blood you have spilt
on the steps of Notre Dame
*Frollo* I am guiltless. She ran, I persued.
*Archdeacon* Now you will add this child's blood to your guilt
on the steps of Notre Dame
You can lie to yourself and our minions.
You can say that you haven't a quam.
But you never can run from
nor hide what you've done from the eyes,
the very eyes of Notre Dame.

*Clopin* For the first time in his life
of power and control,
Frollo felt a twinge of fear
for his immortal soul

*Frollo* What do I do?
*Archdeacon* Care for the child. Raise it as your own.
*Frollo* What? I am to be settled with this mishapen..
very well, but it must stay here, in the church
*Archdeacon*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 fowl creature may yet one day prove 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?
Sing the bells, bells,
bells, bells,
bells, bells,
bells, bells,
bells of Notre Dame.