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CHORUS |
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Look down, look down |
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Don't look 'em in the eye |
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Look down, look down |
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You're here until you die |
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1ST CONVICT |
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The sun is strong |
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It's hot as hell below |
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CHORUS |
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Look down, look down |
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there's twenty years to go. |
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2ND CONVICT |
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I've done no wrong |
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Sweet Jesus, here my prayer |
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CHORUS |
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Look down, look down |
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Sweet Jesus doesn't care |
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3RD CONVICT |
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I know she'll wait |
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I know that she'll be true |
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CHORUS |
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Look down, look down |
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They've all forgotten you |
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4TH CONVICT |
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When I get free |
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You won't see me |
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'Ere for dust |
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CHORUS |
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Look down, look down |
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Don't look 'em in the eye. |
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5TH CONVICT |
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How long, O Lord |
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Before you let me die? |
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CHORUS |
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Look down, look down |
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You'll always be a slave |
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Look down, look down |
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You're standing in your grave. |
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JAVERT |
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Now bring me prisoner 24601 |
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Your time is up |
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And your parole's begun |
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You know what that means. |
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VALJEAN |
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Yes, it means I'm free. |
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JAVERT |
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No! It means you get |
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Your yellow ticket-of-leave |
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You are a thief. |
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VALJEAN |
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I stole a loaf of bread. |
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JAVERT |
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You robbed a house. |
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VALJEAN |
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I broke a window pane. |
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My sisters child was close to death |
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And we were starving. |
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JAVERT |
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You will starve again |
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Unless you learn the meaning of the law. |
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VALJEAN |
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I know the meaning of those 19 years |
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A slave of the law. |
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JAVERT |
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Five years for what you did |
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The rest because you tried to run |
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Yes, 24601. |
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VALJEAN |
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My name is Jean Valjean. |
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JAVERT |
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And I am Javert |
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Do not forget my name |
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Do not forget me |
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24601 |
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CHORUS |
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Look down, look down |
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You'll always be a slave |
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Look down, look down |
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You're standing in your grave. |
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VALJEAN |
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Freedom is mine. The earth is still. |
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I feel the wind. I breathe again. |
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And the skies clear. |
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The earth is waking. |
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Drink from the pool. How clean the taste. |
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Never forget the years, the waste. |
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Nor forgive them |
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For what they've done. |
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They are the guilty- everyone. |
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The day begins... |
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And now let's see |
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What this new world, |
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Will do for me! |
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FARMER |
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You'll have to go |
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I'll pay you off for the day |
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Collect your bits and pieces there |
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And be on your way. |
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VALJEAN |
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You have given me half |
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What the other men get |
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This handful of tin |
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Wouldn't buy my sweat! |
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LABOURER |
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You broke the law |
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It's there for people to see |
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Why should you get the same |
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As honest men like me? |
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VALJEAN |
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Now every door is closed to me |
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Another jail. Another key. Another Chain. |
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For when I come to any town |
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They check my papers |
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And they find the mark of Cain. |
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In their eyes |
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I see their fear |
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\"We do not want you here.\" |
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INNKEEPERS WIFE |
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My rooms are full |
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And I've no supper to spare |
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I'd like to help a stranger |
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All we want is to be fair. |
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VALJEAN |
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I will pay in advance |
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I will sleep in a barn |
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You see how dark it is |
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I'm not some kind of dog. |
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INNKEEPER |
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You leave my house! |
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Or feel the weight of my rod. |
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We're law-abiding people here |
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Thanks be to God. |
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VALJEAN |
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And now I know how freedom feels |
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The jailer always at your heels |
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It is the law! |
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Ths piece of paper in my hand |
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It makes me cursed throughout the land |
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It is the law! |
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Like a curse |
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I walk the street, |
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The dirt beneath their feet... |
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BISHOP |
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Come in, Sir, for you are weary |
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And the night is cold out there. |
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Though our lives are vey humble |
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What we have, we have to share. |
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There is wine here to revive you. |
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There is bread to make you strong. |
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There's a bed to rest 'til morning. |
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Rest from pain, and rest from wrong. |
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VALJEAN |
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He let me eat my fill. |
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I had the lion's share. |
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This silver in my hand |
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Costs twice what I had earned |
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In all those nineteen years- |
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That lifetime of despair |
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And yet he trusted me- |
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The old fool trusted me- |
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He'd done his bit of good |
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I played the greatful serf |
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And thanked him like I should. |
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But when the house was still, |
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I got up in the night |
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Took the silver, |
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Took my flight! |
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CONSTABLE 1 |
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Tell his reverence your story. |
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CONSTABLE 2 |
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Let us see if he's impressed. |
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CONSTABLE 1 |
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You were lodging here last night. |
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CONSTABLE 2 |
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You were the honest Bishop's guest. |
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And than out of Christian goodness. |
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When he learned about your plight |
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CONSTABLE 1 |
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You mantain he made a present of this |
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sliver |
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BISHOP |
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That is right. |
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But my friend you left so early |
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Surley something slipped your mind. |
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You forgot I gave these also. |
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Would you leave the best behind? |
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So, Messieurs, you may release him |
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For this man has spoken true. |
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I commend you for your duty |
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And God's blessing go with you. |
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(to VALJEAN)But remember this, my brother |
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See in this some higher plan. |
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You must use this precious silver |
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To become an honest man. |
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By the witness of the martyrs |
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By the Passion and the Blood |
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God has raised you out of darkness |
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I have bought your soul for God! |
