The Bells of Notre-Dame

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 thunder
To the little bells small as a psalm
And some say the soul of the citys
The toll of the bells
The bells of Notre-Dame

Dark was the night when our tale began
On the docks near Notre Dame
Four frightened gypsies slipped silently under
The docks near Notre-Dame

But a trap had been laid for the gypsies
And they gazed up in fear and alarm
At a figure whose clutches
Were as iron as much as the bells
The bells of Notre-Dame

Judge Claude Frollo
To purge the world
Of Vice and sin
And he saw corruption
Ev'rywhere
Except within

See there the innocent blood you have spilt
On the steps of Notre-Dame
Now you would 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 you haven't a qualm
But you can never run from
Nor hide what've you 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
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's the 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,
The bells of Notre-Dame