The Bells of Notre Dame

Olim Olim Deus accelere Hoc sæculum splendidum Accelere fiat venire olim Morining 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 colours of sound, so many changing moods Because you know, they do not ring all by the themselves They don't? No silly boy Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower Lives a mysterious bell ringer Who is this strange 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 Shut it up will you! We'll be spotted! Hush little one Four frightened gypsies, slid silently under the docks near Notre Dame Four guilders for safe passage into Paris But a trap had been laid for the gypsies And they gazed up in fear and alarm At figure whose clutches Were iron as much as the bells Judge Claude Frollo! The bells of Notre Dame Judge Claude Frollo longed To purge the world Of vice and sin And he saw corruption Everywhere Except within Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice You there, what are you hiding? Stolen goods, no doubt, take them from her She ran Dies iræ, dies illa Solvet sæclum in favilla Teste David cum Sibylla Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus Sanctuary, please give us sancturary Quantus tremor est futurus Quando Judex est venturus A baby? A monster! Stop! Cried the Archdeacon This is an unholy demon I'm sending to hell where it belongs See there the inncoent blood you have spilt On the steps of Notre Dame I am guiltless, she ran, I pursued Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt On the steps of Notre Dame My conscience us clear 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 And for one time in his life Of power and control Frollo felt a twinge of fear For his immortal soul What must I do? Care for the child, and raise it as your own What? I'm to be settled with this misshapen Very well, let him live with you and your church Live here? Where? 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 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