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Morning in Paris the city awakes
To the Bells of Notre Dame
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 psalm
And some say the soul of the city is the toll of the bells

The Bells of Notre Dame

Dark was the night when our tale was begun
Near the docks of Notre Dame
Four frightened gypsies slid silently under
The docks near Notre Dame
But a tramp had been laid for the gypsies
And they gazed up in fear and alarm
To a figure whose clutches was iron as much as the bells

The Bells of Notre Dame

See there the innocent blood you have spilt
On the steps of Notre Dame
Now you must add this child’s blood to your guilt
On the steps of Notre Dame
You can lie to yourself and your minions
You can claim that you haven’t a qualm
But you never can run from or hide what you done from the eyes

The eyes of Notre Dame

To the bells of Notre Dame

Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge the world of vice and sin
And he saw corruption everywhere except within
And for one time in his life of power and control
Frollo felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul

Just so he’s kept locked away
Where no one else can see
Even this foul creature may
Yet prove one day to be
Of use to me

Now here is a riddle to guess if you can
Sings the Bells of Notre Dame
Who is the monster and who is the man
Sings the Bells of Notre Dame
To the big bells as loud as the thunder
To the little bells soft as psalm
And some say the soul of the city is the toll of the bells

To the Bells of Notre Dame

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