The Bells Of Notre Dame

Out There

Topsy Turvy

Humiliation

God Help The Outcasts

The Bell Tower

Heaven's Light / Hellfire

A Guy Like You

Paris Burning

The Court Of Miracles

Sanctuary!

And He Shall Smite The Wicked

Into The Sunlight

The Bells Of Notre Dame

Someday .......... Eternal (or All-4-One)

God Help The Outcasts .......... Bette Midler

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 cum 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

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

Crowd:
Come one, come all!
Leave your loops and milking stools
Coop the hens and pen the mules
Come one, come all!
Close the churches and the schools
It's the day for breaking rules
Come and join the feast of ...

Clopin:
Fools!

Once a year we throw a party here in town
Once a year we turn all Paris upside down
Ev'ry man's a king and ev'ry king's a clown
Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day
It's the day the devil in us gets released
It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest
Ev'rything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools!

Crowd:
Topsy turvy!

Clopin:
Ev'rything is upsy daysy!

Crowd:
Topsy turvy!

Clopin:
Ev'ryone is acting crazy
Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet
That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day

All:
Topsy Turvy!

Clopin and Crowd:
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets

All:
Topsy Turvy!

Clopin and Crowd:
Join the bums and thieves and strumpets
Streaming in from Chartres to Calais

Clopin:
Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy
On the sixth of "Januervy"

Clopin and Crowd:
All because it's Topy Turvy Day!

Clopin:
Come one, come all!
Hurry, hurry, here's your chance
See the myst'ry and romance
Come one, come all
See the finest girl in France
Make an entrance to entrance
Dance la Esmeralda
Dance!

Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for
Here it is, you know exactly what's in store
Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore
Now's the time we crown the King of Fools!
So make a face that's horrible and frightening
Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing
For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools!
Why?

Crowd:
Topsy turvy!

Clopin:
Ugly folk, forget your shyness

Crowd:
Topsy turvy!

Clopin:
You could soon be called Your Highness!

Crowd:
Put your foulest features on display
Be the king of Topsy Turvy Day!

Clopin:
Ev'rybody!

Crowd:
Once a year we throw a party here in town

Clopin:
Hail to the king!

Crowd:
Once a year we turn all Paris upside down

Clopin:
Oh, what a king!

Crowd:
Once a year, the ugliest will wear a crown

Clopin:
Girls, give a kiss

Crowd:
Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day

Clopin:
We've never had a king like this

Clopin and Crowd:
And it's the day we do the things that we deplore
On the other three hundred and sixty-four
Once a year we love to drop in
Where the beer is never stoppin
For the chance to pop some popinjay
And pick a king who'll put the "top" in
Topsy Turvy Day!
Mad and crazy, upsy-daisy, Topsy Turvy Day!

Chorus:
Agnus Dei (Lamb of God)
Qui tollis peccata mundi (Who takes away the sins of the world)
Agnus Dei (Lamb of God)
Dona nobis pacem (Grant us peace)

I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?

God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
The lost and forgotten
They look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will

I ask for weath, i ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love, i can posess
I ask for god and his angels to bless me..

I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were all were
The children of god

God help the outcasts,
Children of God...

[Thanks to Peyton for lyrics]

Score

Quasimodo:
So many times out here
I've watched a happy pair
Of lovers walking in the night
They had a kind of glow around them
It almost looked like heaven's light

I knew I'd never know
That warm and loving glow
Though I might wish with all my might
No face as hideous as my face
Was ever meant for heaven's light

But suddenly an angel has smiled at me
And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright

I dare to dream that she
Might even care for me
And as I ring these bells tonight
My cold dark tower seems so bright
I swear it must be heaven's light

Priests:
Confiteor Deo Omnipotenti (I confess to God almighty)
Beatae Mariae semper Virgini (To blessed Mary ever Virgin)
Beato Michaeli archangelo (To the blessed archangel Michael)
Sanctis apostolis omnibus sanctis (To the holy apostles, to all the saints)

Frollo:
Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud

Priests:
Et tibit Pater (And to you, Father)

Frollo:
Beata Maria
You know I'm so much purer than
The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

Priests:
Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned)

Frollo:
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smold'ring eyes still scorch my soul

Priests:
Cogitatione (In thought)

Frollo:
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control

Priests:
Verbo et opere (In word and deed)

Frollo:
Like fire
Hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning
Desire
Is turning me to sin

It's not my fault

Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)

Frollo:
I'm not to blame

Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)

Frollo:
It is the gypsy girl
The witch who sent this flame

Priests:
Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)

Frollo:
It's not my fault

Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)

Frollo:
If in God's plan

Priests:
Mea culpa (Through my fault)

Frollo:
He made the devil so much
Stronger than a man

Priests:
Mea maxima culpa (Through my most griveous fault)

Frollo:
Protect me, Maria
Don't let this siren cast her spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy Esmeralda
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else let her be mine and mine alone

Guard:
Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped

Frollo:
What?

Guard:
No longer in the cathedral. She's gone

Frollo:
But how? Never mind. Get out, you idiot
I'll find her. I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris

Hellfire
Dark fire
Now gypsy, it's your turn
Choose me or
Your pyre
Be mine or you will burn

Priests:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Frollo:
God have mercy on her

Priests:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Frollo:
God have mercy on me

Priests:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Frollo:
But she will be mine
Or she will burn!

Hugo:
Paris, the city of lovers
Is glowing this evening
True, that's because it's on fire
But still, there's "l'amour"
Somewhere out there in the night
Her Heart is also alight
And I know the guy she just might
Be burning for

A guy like you
She's never known, kid
A guy like you
A girl does not meet ev'ry day
You've got a look
That's all your own, kid
Could there be two?

Victor and Laverne:
Like you?

All Three:
No way!

Hugo:
Those other guys
That she could dangle
All look the same
From ev'ry boring point of view
You're a surprise
From ev'ry angle
Mon Dieu above
She's gotta love
A guy like you

Victor:
A guy like you
Gets extra credit
Because it's true
You've got a certain some thing more

Hugo:
You're aces, kid

Laverne:
You see that face
You don't forget it

Victor and Laverne:
Want something new?

Hugo:
That's you

All Three:
For sure!

Laverne:
We all have gaped
At some Adonis

Victor:
But then we crave a meal
More nourishing to chew

Hugo:
And since you've shaped
Like a croissant is

All Three:
No question of
She's gotta love
A guy like you!

Laverne:
Call me a hopeless romatic
But Quasi, I feel it

Victor:
She wants you so
Any moment she'll walk through that door

All Three:
For

Hugo:
A guy so swell

Victor and Laverne:
A guy like you

Hugo:
With all you bring her

Victor and Laverne:
I tell you Quasi

Hugo:
A fool could tell

Victor and Laverne:
There never was

Hugo:
It's why she fell

Victor and Laverne:
Another, was he?

Hugo:
For you-know-who

Victor and Laverne:
From king to serf
To the bourgeoisie

Hugo:
You ring the bell

Victor and Laverne:
They're all a second-stringer

All Three:
You're the bell ringer!
When she wants oo-la-la
Then she wants you la-la
She will discover, guy
You're one heckuva guy
Who wouldn't love a guy
Like you?

Hugo:
You got a lot
The rest have not
So she's gotta love
A guy like you!

Score

Clopin and Gypsies:
Maybe you've heard of a terrible place
Where the soundrels of Paris
Collect in a lair

Maybe you've heard of that mythical place
Called the Court of Miracles
Hello, you're there!
Where the lame can walk
And the blind can see
But the dead don't talk
So you won't be around
To reveal what you've found
We have a method for spies and intruders
Rather like hornets protecting their hive
Here in the Court of Miracles
Where it's a miracle if you get out alive!

Clopin:
Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles
I am the lawyers and judge all in one
We like to get the trial over with quickly
Because it's the sentence that's really the fun!

Now that we've seen all the evicence

Puppet:
Wait! I object!

Clopin:
Overruled!

Puppet:
I object!

Clopin:
Quiet!

Puppet:
Dang!

Clopin:
We find you totally innocent
Which is the worst crime of all

All:
So you're going to hang!

Judex crederis esse venturus (Our Judge we believe shall come)
In te, Domine, speravi (In You, Lord, have I trusted)
Non confundar in aeternum (Let me not be damned for eternity)
Salvum fac populum tuum (Save Your people)
Judex crederis (In our Judge we believe)
Libera me Domine (Free me, Lord)
Libera me Domine de morte aeterna (Free me, Lord, from everlasting death)
In die illa tremenda (On that terrible day)
Quando caeli movendi sunt (When the heavens shall be moved)
Caeli et terra (The heavens and earth)
Dum veneris judicare (When Though shall come to judge the world)
O, salutaris hostia (Oh Saviour, saving victim)
Quae caeli pandis ostium (Who opens the gate of heaven)
Bella premunt hostilia (Our enemies besiege us)
Da robur, fer auxilium (Give us strength, bring us aid)
Sit sempiterna gloria (May you always be praised)
Sit sempiterna gloria (May you always be praised)
Sit sempiterna gloria (May you always be praised)
Gloria, gloria semper (Glory, glory forever)
Sanctus, sanctus in excelsis (Holy, holy, in the highest)
Mors stupebit et natura (Death and nature shall be confounded)
Cum resurget creatura (When creation shall rise again)
Judicanti responsurra (To answer for judgment)
Judex ergo cum sedebit (Therefore, when the Judge will take his seat)
Nil inultum remanebit (Nothing shall remain unpunished)
Quem patronum rogaturus (To what protector shall I appeal)
Cum vix justus sit securus? (When scarcely the just man shall be secure?)
Juste Judex ultionis (Righteous Judge of vengeance)
Ante diem rationis (Before the day of reckogning)
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Dies irae, dies illa (Day of wrath, that day)
Solvet saeclum in favilla (Shall consume the world in ashes)
Quando Judex est venturus (When the Judge is come)
Confutatis maledictis (When the damned shall be cast down)
Flammis acribus addictis (Into the searing flames)
Voca me cum benedictis (Call me with the blessed)
Confutatis maledictis (When the damned shall be cast down)
Gere curam mei finis (Help me in my final hour)

Score

The Bells of Notre Dame (Reprise)

Clopin:
So here is a riddle to guess if you can
Sing the bells of Notre Dame
What makes a monster and what makes a man?

Chorus:
Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, (etc.)

Clopin:
Whatever their pitch, you
Can feel them bewitch you
The rich and the ritual knells
Of the

Clopin:
Bells of Notre Dame

Someday
When we are wiser
When the world's older
When we have learned
I pray
Someday we may yet live
To live and let live
Someday
Life will be fairer
Need will be rarer
Greed will not pay
God speed
This bright millenium
On its way
Let it come
Someday

Someday
Our fight will be won then
We'll stand in the sun then
That bright afternoon
Till then
On days when the sun is gone
We'll hang on
Wish upon the moon

There are some days dark and bitter
Seems we haven't got a prayer
But a prayer for someday better
Is the one thing we all share

Someday
When we are wiser
When the world's older
When we have learned
I pray
Someday we may yet live
To live and let live
Someday
Life will be fairer
Need will be rarer
Greed wil not pay
God speed
This bright millenium
Let it come
Wish upon the moon
One day
Someday
Soon.

I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to you
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?

God help the outcasts
Hungry from birth
Show them the mercy
They don't find on earth
The lost and forgotten
They look to you still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will

I ask for weath, i ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love, i can posess
I ask for god and his angels to bless me..

I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I
Please help my people
The poor and downtrod
I thought we all were all were
The children of god

God help the outcasts,
Children of God...

[Thanks to Peyton for lyrics]