FROLLO:
See how it's cruel
See how it's wicked
See how I've sheltered you
From having to go through this
How could you do this
To me
QUASIMODO (spoken):
Forgive, Master...won't ever leave again...
Now, boy you see
You don't belong with normal men
You are happy when
You're in your sanctuary
QUASIMODO:
Sanctuary
FROLLO:
Back to your sanctuary
BOTH:
Never to come out here
FROLLO (spoken):
Again. Take the boy inside
CONGREGATION:
So the poor hunchback
Retreated back in through the
Doors of Notre Dame
And there followed the gypsy girl
Who'd never been through the
Doors of Notre Dame
And she stopped and beheld all the beauty
Like a beggar receiving an alms
And each window and pillar
And arch seemed to fill her
With light
ESMERALDA:
The light of Notre Dame