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 spill 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 very 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, says - 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
The bells of Notre Dame