The Bells of Notre Dame/Out There Medley

Morning in Paris The city awakes To the bells of Notre Dame (Doo doo doo) The Fisherman fishes The baker-man bakes To the bells of Notre Dame To the big bells as Loud as the thunder To the little bells Soft as a psalm (Soft as a psalm) And some say The soul of the city's the toll Of the bells, the bells, the bells, the bells The bells of Notre Dame Listen, they are beautiful But they don't ring by themselves No, high in the tower lives the bellringer Why is he there? It's a tale of a man And a monster Judge Claude Frollo longed To purge the world, of vice and sin. (Kyrie Elaison) But he felt for his soul And took in this young child Deformed from birth Calling him "Quasimodo." Dies irae (Dies Irae) Dies irae (Dies Irae) I must keep him locked away Where no one else can see. (No one will behold him) Even this foul creature May it prove one day to be Of use to me Now here is a riddle To guess if you can Sing the bells of Notre Dame Tell me who is the monster And who is the man? (The man?) Safe behind these windows And these parapets of stone Gazing at the people Down below me And all my life I watch them As I hide up here alone I'm hungry for the histories They show me And all my life I memorize their faces Just knowing them as They will never know me And all my life I wonder How it feels to pass a day Not above them (Not high up above them) But part of them (Oh so far away from here) 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 (So unaware) What I'd give What I'd dare Just to live one day out there (Out there, out there) Out there among the millers And the weavers and their wives Through the roofs and gables I can see them Everyday they shout and scold And go about their lives Heedless of the gift it is To be them If I were in their skin I'd treasure Every instant out there Strolling by the Seine (And I'll) 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 There and I will live to tell the tale When I find the day to bid farewell Out there So that is the riddle To guess if you can Sing the bells of Notre Dame What makes a monster And what makes a man Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells Bells, bells, bells, bells Bells of Notre Dame You hear them, and feel them You hear them calling out (The bells) The bells of Notre Dame (Notre Dame)