Notre-Dame de Paris Page #3

Season #1 Episode #1

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Poet Gringoire, now you must be hung, you've come where you don't belong.

To the most secret circle of the court of the miracles.

(To the most secret circle).

Gringoire:

To the most secret circle of the court of the miracles.

Clopin:

Unless there's a girl, say's that she'll be your wife you've no life.

I will proclaim:
All the poets in France, from a rope ought to dance.

(All the poets in France)

Gringoire:

All the poets in France from a rope ought to dance.

Clopin:

And you sweet Esmeralda, my belle Esmeralda.

Tell me, do you want to save this poor man from his grave?

If you don't wed Gringoires dead!

Esmeralda:

If I can save him, make him mine.

Gringoire:

See how love comes, just in time.

Esmeralda:

Although I've saved your head, I won't sleep in your bed!

Clopin:

The blood and the wine are always running red.

(At the court of the miracles, the court of the miracles).

By thieves and by whores you know the dance is led.

(At the court of the miracles, the court of the miracles)

The blind man will see and all the cripples dance.

(At the court of the miracles, the court of the miracles)

We're born to be hung and so we take our chance.

(At the court of the miracles, court of the miracles).

(Court of the miracles, court of the miracles).

The killers and thieves they sing the same old song.

(At the court of the miracles, the court of the miracles).

You know none of us will be alive too long.

(At the court of the miracles, the court of the miracles).

The killers and thieves will share a loving cup.

(At the court of the miracles, the court of the miracles)

We make one mistake and then the game is up.

(At the court of the miracles, the court of the miracles).

(Court of the miracles, court of the miracles).

At the court of the miracles.

At the court of the miracles.

At the court of the miracles.

The Word Phoebus

Esmeralda:

Now I hope you'll tell me please, who I'm honoured to be married to.

Gringoire:

Gringoire poet please be at ease. Prince of Paris streets don't you know.

Esmeralda:

Prince of Paris streets, is that so?

Gringoire:

I am not a ladies man, but if you want you can be my.

Inspiration, muse to the end.

Esmeralda:

You who can read and can write. I know you can show me the light.

What means this name Phoebus?

Gringoire:

Who on earth could dare to wear, a name so fine.

Who has such pride?

Esmeralda:

He's the one my heart's beating for.

Gringoire:

If I recall my Latin, the word Phoebus it means the sun.

Esmeralda:

Phoebus, it means the sun.

Shining Like The Sun

Esmeralda:

He is shining like the sun, born of kings a royal one.

I feel love awaken me, deep down in me too strong for me.

In his hand I saw the line that told me this man is mine.

This man, is mine.

Fleur-de-Lys:

He is shining like the sun, but he's tough as anyone.

When I'm in his soldier's arms, I want to run, but he's too warm.

Close to him I feel so fine, my heart knows that he is mine.

This man, is mine.

Esmeralda & Fleur-de-Lys:

He is shining like the sun, he's my dream my only one.

He'll protect me all my life, I'll be so proud to be his wife.

He is shining like the sun, he's my dream my only one.

He is shining like the sun, shining like the sun.

Torn Apart

Phoebus:

Torn apart, I am a man divided.

Torn apart, I want two women's love.

Two women want my love; I don't know how to cut my heart in two.

Torn apart, I am a man in pieces.

Torn apart, I want two women's love.

Two women want my love, I'm just glad I have love enough for two.

One for the day, the other for the night.

One just for now, the other all my life.

One for always, until the end of time.

The other soon will find, my love won't stay.

Torn apart, I am a man in divided

Torn apart, I want two women's love.

Two women want my love, and they'll just have to love the man I am.

Torn apart, I am a man in pieces.

Torn apart, I want two women's love.

Two women want my love, is it my fault that I'm a normal man.

One's honey sweet, the other has a bite.

One's heaven sent, the other rules the night.

And to the one I swear my love is true.

And to the other one I break the rules.

Torn apart, I am a man divided.

Torn apart, I want two women's love.

Two women want my love; I don't know how to cut my heart in two.

Torn apart, I am a man divided.

Torn apart, I want two women's love.

Two women want my love; I don't know how to cut my heart in two.

Torn apart.

Torn apart.

Torn apart, I am a man in pieces.

Torn apart, I want two women's love.

Two women want my love, I'm just glad I have love enough for two.

Torn apart.

Torn apart.

Torn apart.

Anarchy

Frollo:

Who is that girl who dares to dance her evil dance before Notre dame?

Gringoire:

That girl is my wife; she was given to me by the king of a tribe.

Frollo:

Did you touch the girl, you creature of sin?

Gringoire:

She never let me near.

Frollo:

Don't touch her you hear.

Gringoire:

Father do you recall, this word carved on the wall.

Gringoire:

Do you know what this word means, this word anarchy?

Frollo:

Why do you bother me, the Greek anarchy means destiny.

Gringoire:

Is that Quasimodo, those men have led away?

Frollo:

My poor hunchback has fallen low, lets hear what these men say.

Water Please

Frollo:

Hunchback cripple, you are to blame.

Ringer of bells you bear the shame.

Pray for his soul this child of sin.

God in your mercy, take him in.

Quasimodo:

Someone take pity on Quasimodo, the weight of the world brings him low.

Does no one listen there, is there any water here, oh I need it so

I pray you, I pray.

Water please I pray.

Quasimodo:

Belle, belle.

Belle Is The Only Word

Quasimodo:

Belle, is the only word I know that suits her well.

When she dances oh the stories she can tell.

A free bird trying out her wings to fly away.

And when I see her move I see hell to pay.

She dances naked in my soul and sleep won't come.

And it's no use to pray these prayers to Notre dame.

Tell, who'd be the first to raise his hand and throw a stone.

I'd hang him high and laugh to see him die alone.

Oh Lucifer please let me go beyond god's law.

And run my fingers through her hair, Esmeralda.

Frollo:

Belle, there's a demon inside her who came from hell.

And he turned my eyes from god and oh, I fell.

She put this heat inside me I'm ashamed to tell.

Without my god inside I'm just a burning shell.

The sin of eve she has in her I know so well.

For want of her I know I'd give my soul to sell.

Belle, this gypsy girl is there a soul beneath her skin.

And does she bear the cross of all our human sin.

Oh Notre dame please let me go beyond gods law.

Open the door of love inside, Esmeralda.

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