The Hunchback Of Notre Dame

Music by Alan Menken, lyrics by Stephen Schwartz

The Bells Of Notre Dame
Clopin:
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 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 colors of sounds, so many changing moods. Because, you know, they do not ring all by themselves.

Clopin (marionette):
They don't?

Clopin:
No, silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower lives the mysterious bellringer. Who is this creature?

Clopin (marionette):
Who?

Clopin:
What is he?

Clopin (marionette):
What?

Clopin:
How did he come to be there?

Clopin (marionette):
How?

Clopin:
Hush!

Clopin (marionette):
Oh

Clopin:
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

Gypsies:
Shut him up, will you? We'll be spotted!

Quasimodo's Mother:
Hush little one!

Clopin:
Four frightened gypsies slid silently under
The docks near Notre Dame

Boatman:
Four gilders for safe passage into Paris.

Clopin:
But a trap had been laid for the gypsies
And they gazed up in fear and alarm
At a figure who clutches were iron as much as the bells

Quasimodo's Father:
Judge Claude Frollo

Clopin:
The bells of Notre Dame

Chorus:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Clopin:
Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge the world of vice and sin

Chorus:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Clopin:
And he saw corruption everywhere except within

Frollo:
Bring these gypsy vermin to the Palace of Justice.

Soldier:
You there, what are you hiding?

Frollo:
Stolen goods, no doubt. Take them from her.

Clopin:
She ran!

Quasimodo's Mother:
Sanctuary! Please give us sanctuary!

Frollo:
A baby? A monster!

Clopin:
"Stop!" cried the Archdeacon.

Frollo:
This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to hell where it belongs.

Archdeacon:
See there the innocent blood you have spilt
On the steps of Notre Dame?

Frollo:
I am guiltless, she ran, I pursued.

Archdeacon:
Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt
On the steps of Notre Dame?

Frollo:
My conscience is clear.

Archdeacon:
You can lie to yourself and your minions
You can claim that you haven't a qualm
But you never can run from nor hid what you've done
From the eyes, the very eyes of Notre Dame

Chorus:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Clopin:
And for one time in his life of power and control

Chorus:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Frollo:
What must I do?

Archdeacon:
Care for the child and raise him as your own.

Frollo:
What? I'm to be saddled with this misshapen-? Very well. But let him live with you in your church.

Archdeacon:
Live here? Where?

Frollo:
Anywhere.
Just so he's kept locked away where no one else can see
The belltower, 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

Clopin:
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?

All:
Sings the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells
Bells, bells, bells, bells of Notre Dame

Out There
Frollo:
The world is cruel, the world is wicked
It's I alone whom you can trust in this whole city
I am your only friend
I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you
I who look upon you without fear
How can I protect you, boy, unless you always
Stay in here, away in here?
Remember what I've taught you, Quasimodo
You are deformed

Quasimodo:
I am deformed

Frollo:
And you are ugly

Quasimodo:
And I am ugly

Frollo:
And these are crimes
For which the world shows little pity
You do not comprehend

Quasimodo:
You are my one defender

Frollo:
Out there they'll revile you as a monster

Quasimodo:
I am a monster

Frollo:
Out there they will hate and scorn and jeer

Quasimodo:
Only a monster

Frollo:
Why invite their calumny and consternation?

Quasimodo:
Safe behind these windows
And these parapets of stone
Gazing at the people down below me
All my life I watch them as I hide up here alone
Hungry for the histories they show me
All my life I memorize their faces
Knowing them as they will never know me
All my life I wonder how it feels to pass a day
Not above them but part of them
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
What I'd give, what I'd dare just to live one day out there
Out 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 was in their skin I'd treasure every instant
Out there strolling by the Seine, 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

Topsy Turvy
Crowd:
Come one, come all
Leave your looms and milking stools
Coop the hens and pen the mules
Come one, come all
Close the churches and the schools
It's the day for breaking rules
Come and join the feast of

Clopin:
Fools
Once a year we throw a party here in town
Once a year we turn all Paris upside-down
Every man's a king and every king's a clown
Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day
It's the day the devil in us gets released
It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest
Everything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools

Crowd:
Topsy turvy

Clopin:
Everything is upsy-daisy

Crowd:
Topsy turvy

Clopin:
Everyone is acting crazy
Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet
That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day

All:
Topsy turvy
Beat the drums and blow the trumpets
Topsy turvy
Join the bums and thieves and strumpets
Streaming in from Chartres to Calais

Clopin:
Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy
On the sixth of Januervy

All:
All because it's Topsy Turvy Day

Clopin:
Come one, come all
Hurry, hurry, here's your chance
See the mystery and romance
Come one, come all
See the finest girl in France
Make an entrance to entrance
Dance la Esmeralda, dance!
Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for
Here it is, you know exactly what's in store
Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore
Now's the time we crown the King of Fools
You all remember last year's King?
So make a face that's horrible and frightening
Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing
For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools
Why?

Crowd:
Topsy turvy

Clopin:
Ugly folks, forget your shyness

Crowd:
Topsy turvy

Clopin:
You could soon be called, "Your Highness"

Crowd:
Put your foulest features on display
Be the king of Topsy Turvy Day

Clopin:
Everybody!

All:
Once a year we throw a party here in town
Once a year we turn all Paris upside-down
Once a year the ugliest will wear a crown
Once a year on Topsy Turvy Day
And it's the day we do the things that we deplore
On the other three hundred and sixty-four
Once a year we love to drop in
Where the beer is never stopping
For the chance to pop some popinjay and
Pick a King who'll put the top in Topsy Turvy Day
Topsy turvy, mad and crazy, upsy-daisy
Topsy Turvy Day

God Help The Outcasts
Esmeralda:
I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You would listen
To a gypsy's prayer
Yes, I know I'm just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to You
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?
God help the outcasts, hungry from birth
Show them the mercy they don't find on earth
God help my people, we look to You still
God help the outcasts or nobody will

Parishioners:
I ask for wealth, I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name
I ask for love I can possess
I ask for God and His angels to bless me

Esmeralda:
I ask for nothing, I can get by
But I know so many less lucky than I
Please help me people, the poor and downtrod
I thought we all were the children of God
God help the outcasts, children of God

Heaven's Light/Hellfire
Quasimodo:
So many times out there
I've watched a happy pair
Of lovers walking in the night
They had a kind of glow around them
It almost looked like heaven's light
I knew I'd never know
That warm and loving glow
Though I might wish with all my might
No face as hideous as my face
Was ever meant for heaven's light
But suddenly an angel has smiled at me
And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright
I dare to dream that she
Might even care for me
And as I ring these bells tonight
My cold dark tower seems so bright
I swear it must be heaven's light

Frollo:
Beata Maria
You know I am a righteous man
Of my virtue I am justly proud

Chorus:
Et tibi Pater (And to you, Father)

Frollo:
Beata Maria
You know that I'm so much purer
Than the common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

Chorus:
Quia peccavi nimis (That I have sinned)

Frollo:
Then tell me, Maria
Why I see her dancing there
Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul

Chorus:
Cogitatione (In thought)

Frollo:
I feel her, I see her
The sun caught in her raven hair
Is blazing in me out of all control

Chorus:
Verbo et opere (In word and deed)

Frollo:
Like fire, hellfire
This fire in my skin
This burning desire
Is turning me to sin
It's not my fault, I'm not to blame
It is the gypsy girl, the witch who sent this flame
It's not my fault if in God's plan
He made the devil so much stronger than a man
Protect me, Maria, don't let this siren cast her spell
Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone
Destroy Esmeralda
And let her taste the fires of hell
Or else ler her be mine and mine alone

Guard:
Minister Frollo, the gypsy has escaped.

Frollo:
What?

Guard:
She's nowhere in the cathedral. She's gone.

Frollo:
But how? Never mind. Get out, you idiot! I'll find her, I'll find her if I have to burn down all of Paris.
Hellfire, dark fire
Now gypsy, it's your turn
Choose me or your pyre
Be mine or you will burn

Chorus:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Frollo:
God have mercy on her

Chorus:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Frollo:
God have mercy on me

Chorus:
Kyrie Eleison (Lord have mercy)

Frollo:
But she will be mine or she will burn

A Guy Like You
Hugo:
Paris, the city of lovers
Is glowing this evening
True, that's because it's on fire
But still, there's l'amour
Somewhere out there in the night
Her heart is also alight
And I know the guy she just might be burning for
A guy like you she's never known, kid
A guy like you a girl does not meet everyday
You've got a look that's all your own, kid
Could there be two?

Victor & Laverne:
Like you?

All:
No way!

Hugo:
Those other guys that she could dangle
All look the same from every boring point of view
You're a surprise from every angle
Mon Dieu above, she's gotta love a guy like you

Victor:
A guy like you gets extra credit
Because it's true, you've got a certain something more

Hugo:
You're aces, kid

Laverne:
You see that face, you don't forget it

Victor & Laverne:
Want something new?

Hugo:
That's you

Victor & Laverne:
For sure

Laverne:
We all have gaped at some Adonis

Victor:
But then we crave a meal more nourishing to chew

Hugo:
And since you're shaped like a croissant is

All:
No question of she's gotta love a guy like you

Laverne:
Call me a hopeless romantic
But Quasi, I feel it

Victor:
She wants you so
Any moment she'll walk though that door

All:
For a guy so swell

All:
You're the bellringer
When she wants ooh la la
Then she wants you la la
She will discover, guy
You're one heckuva guy
Who wouldn't love a guy like you?

Hugo:
You've got a lot the rest have not
So she's gotta love a guy like you

The Court Of Miracles
All:
Maybe you've heard of a terrible place
Where the scoundrels of Paris collect in a lair
Maybe you've heard of that mythical place
Called the Court of Miracles, hello! You're there!
Where the lame can walk and the blind can see
But the dead don't talk
So you won't be around to reveal what you've found
We have a method for spies and intruders
Rather like hornets protecting their hive
Here in the Court of Miracles
Where it's a miracle if you get out alive

Clopin:
Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles
I am the lawyers and judge all in one
We like to get the trial over with quickly
Because it's the sentence that's really the fun
Any last words? That's what they all say!
Now that we've seen all the evidence

Doll:
Wait! I object!

Clopin:
Overruled!

Doll:
I object!

Clopin:
Quiet!

Doll:
Dang!

Clopin:
We find you totally innocent
Which is the worst crime of all

All:
So you're going to hang!

The Bells Of Notre Dame (Reprise)
Clopin:
So here is a riddle to guess if you can
Sing the bells of Notre Dame
What makes a monster and what makes a man?

All:
Bells of Notre Dame

Someday
All-4-One
Someday when we are wiser
When the world's older, when we have learned
I pray someday we may yet live, to live and let live

Someday life will be fairer
Need will be rarer and greed will not pay
God speed this bright millennium on it's way
Let it come someday

Someday, our fight will be won then
We'll stand in the sun then, that bright afternoon
'Til then on days when the sun is gone
We'll hang on and we'll wish upon the moon

There are some days dark and bitter
Seems we haven't got a prayer
But a prayer for someday better
Is the one thing we all share

Someday when we are wiser
When the world's older, when we have learned
I pray someday we may yet live, to live and let live

Someday life will be fairer
Need will be rarer, greed will not pay
God speed this bright millennium
Let it come, wish upon the moon
One day someday soon

God Help The Outcasts
Bette Midler
I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You will listen
To a humble prayer
They tell me I am just an outcast
I shouldn't speak to You
Still I see Your face and wonder
Were You once an outcast too?

God help the outcasts, hungry from birth
Show them the mercy they don't find on earth
The lost and forgotten, they look to You still
God help the outcasts or nobody will

I ask for nothing, I can get by
But I know so many less lucky than I
God help the outcasts, the poor and downtrod
I thought we all were the children of God

I don't know if there's a reason
Why some are blessed, some not
Why the few You seem to favor
They fear us, flee us, try not to see us

God help the outcasts, the tattered, the torn
Seeking an answer to why they were born
Winds of misfortune have blown them about
You made the outcasts, don't cast them out

The poor and unlucky, the weak and the odd
I thought we all were the children of God