Broadway Posters

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise

And, concealing his face, Frollo strolled to a place far away...away from Notre Dame

And Frollo gave the child a name, a cruel name

Now here is a riddle to guess, if you can, sing the bells of Notre Dame

I ask for nothing, I can get by But I know so many less lucky than I

I don't do sadness, not even a little bit. I just don't need it in my life, I don't want any part of it.

You can ask yourself, "hey! what have I done?" You're just a fly, the little guys they kill for fun

No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem

Yearning, yearning for the fool we called our own

See I told you so, there's lots of things I know

I love him, but only on my own

"But you hardly know me!"  "I have the rest of my life to find out"

If I were in their skin, I'd treasure every instant out there

The children of the moon were like a fork shoved on a spoon, they were part sun, part earth, part daughter, part son.

And it ripped right through the flesh of the children of the sun and the moon and the earth