monsieur this is a day i never can forget

his gratitude enough for giving me cosette

your home shall be with us

and not a day shall pass

but we will prove our love to you whom we shall call

a father to us both

a father to us all

not another word my son

there's something now that must be done

you've spoken from the heart

and i must do the same

there is a story sir of slavery

and shame that you alone must know i never of tears

she's never known the truth

the story you must hear of years ago

there lived a man whose name was jean valjean

he stole some bread

to save a sister son

for nineteen winters

served his time in sweat

he washed away his crime

years ago

he broke a rogue

and lived a life apart

how could he tell cosette and break her heart

it's faugozet this must be faced

if he is caught she is disgraced

the time has come to journey on

and from this day he must be gone

who am i

who am i yours valjean

know i give my word

what i have spoken

why i must go for the sake of cosette

it must be so