Marius, rest.
Drink with me,
to days gone by
Sing with me,
the songs we knew
Here's to pretty girls who went to our heads
Here's to witty girls who went to our beds
Here's to them and here's to you
Drink with me,
to days gone by
Can it be you fear to die
Will the world remember you when fall
Could it be your death means nothing at all
Is your life just one more lie
Drink with me to days gone by
To the life that used to be
Let the shrine of friendsip never say die
Let the wine of friendsip never run dry
Here's to you and here's to me
Do I care if I should die
Now she goes across the sea
Life without Cosette means nothing at all
Would you weep Cosette should Marius fall
Would you weep Cosette for me