Olim, olim Deus accelere

Hoc saeculum splendidum

Accelere fiat venire olim

Ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah

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 a psalm

And some say the soul of the city's the toll of the bells

The bells of Notre Dame (Kyrie eleison)

Listen, they're beautiful, no?

So many colours of sound, so many changing moves

Because, you know, they don't ring all by themselves

(They don't?) No, silly boy

Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower lives the mysterious bell-ringer

Who is this creature (who?)

What is he (what?)

How did he come to be there (how?)

Hush (aw) 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

(Shut it up, will you? We'll be spotted) (hush, little one)

Four frightened gypsies slid silently under

The docks near Notre Dame

(Four guilders for safe passage into Paris)

But a trap had been laid for the gypsies

And they gazed up in fear and alarm

At a figure whose clutches were iron as much as the bells (Judge Claude Frollo)

The bells of Notre Dame (Kyrie eleison)

Judge Claude Frollo longed to purge the world of vice and sin (Kyrie eleison)

And he saw corruption everywhere except within

(Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice)

(You there, what are you hiding?)

(Stolen goods, no doubt, take them from her)

She ran (dies irae, dies irae)

Dies illa, dies illa

Solvet saeclum in favilla

Teste David cum sibylla

Quantus tremor est futurus (dies irae)

Quando Judes est venturus

Sanctuary, please give us sanctuary!

Quantus tremor est futurus (dies irae)

Quando Judes est venturus (dies irae)

A baby? A monster

Solvet saeclum in favilla

Dies irae, dies illa

Ah, ah, ah

"Stop!" cried the archdeacon

This is an unholy demon, I'm sending it back to Hell where it belongs

See there the innocent blood you have spilt

On the steps of Notre Dame

(I am guiltless, she ran, I pursued)

Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt

On the steps of Notre Dame (my conscience is clear)

You can lie to yourself and your minions

You can claim that you haven't a qualm

But you never can run from nor hide what you've done from the eyes

The very eyes of Notre Dame (Kyrie eleison)

And for one time in his life of power and control (Kyrie eleison)

Frollo felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul

What must I do?

(Care for the child and raise it as your own)

What? I'm to be saddled with this misshapen-

Very well, but let him live with you in your church

(Live here? Where?) Anywhere

Just so he's kept locked away where no one else can see

The bell tower, 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

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?"

Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells

Bells of Notre Dame

Ah, ah, ah

Ah