Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Look down, look down Don't look 'em in the eye

Look down, look down You're here until you die

CONVICT 1: The sun is strong It's hot as hell below

CONVICTS: Look down, look down There's twenty years to go

CONVICT 2: I've done no wrong Sweet Jesus hear my prayer

CONVICTS: Look down, look down Sweet Jesus doesn't care

CONVICT 3: I know she'll wait I know that she'll be true

CONVICTS: Look down, look down They've all forgotten you

CONVICT 4: When I get free, you won't see me here for dust

CONVICTS: Look down, look down Don't look 'em in the eye

CONVICT 1: How long, oh lord Before you let me die?

CONVICTS: Look down, look down You'll always be a slave

Look down, look down You're standing in your grave

INSPECTOR JAVERT: Now bring me Prisoner 24601

Your time is up and your parole's begun

You know what that means

JEAN VALJEAN: Yes, it means I'm free

JAVERT: No

It means you get your yellow ticket of leave

You are a thief

VALJEAN: I stole a loaf of bread

JAVERT: You robbed a house

VALJEAN: I broke a window pane

My sister's child was close to death

And we were starving

JAVERT: You will starve again

Unless you learn the meaning of the law

VALJEAN: I know the meaning of those nineteen years

A slave of the law

JAVERT: Five years for what you did

The rest because you tried to run

Yes, 24601

VALJEAN: My name is Jean Valjean

JAVERT: And I am Javert

Do not forget my name

Do not forget me

24601

CONVICTS: Look down, look down You'll always be a slave

Look down, look down You're standing in your grave

VALJEAN: Freedom is mine

The Earth is still

I feel the wind

I breathe again

And the sky clears

The world is waking

Drink from the pool

How clean the taste

Never forget the years, the waste

Nor forgive them

For what they've done

They are the guilty

Ev'ryone

The day begins, and now let's see

What this new world will do for me

FARMER: You'll have to go

I've paid you off for the day

Collect your bits and pieces there and be on your way

VALJEAN: You have given me half what the other men get

This handful of tin wouldn't buy my sweat

FARMER: You broke the law

It's there for people to see

Why should you get the same as honest men like me?

VALJEAN: And now I how freedom feels The jailer always at your heels

It is the law

This piece of paper in my hand that makes me cursed throughout the land

It is the law

Like a cur

I walk the street

The dirt beneath their feet

BISHOP OF DIGNE: Come in sir, for you are weary

And the night is cold out there

Though our lives are very humble

What we have, we have to share

VALJEAN: He let me eat my fill, I had the lion's share

The silver in my hand cost twice what I had earned

In all those nineteen years, that lifetime of despair

And yet he trusted me

The old fool trusted me, he'd done his bit of good

I played the grateful serf and thanked him, like I should

But when the house was still, I got up in the night

Took the silver

Took my flight

CONSTABLE 1: Tell his Reverence your story

CONSTABLE 2: Let us see if he's impressed

CONSTABLE 1: You were lodging here last night

CONSTABLE 2: You were the honest Bishop's guest

And then out of Christian goodness, when he learned about your plight

CONSTABLE 1: You maintain he made a present of this silver

BISHOP: That is right

But my friend, you left so early

Surely something slipped your mind

You forgot I gave these also

Would you leave the best behind?

So Messieurs, you may release him

For this man has spoken true

I commend you for your duty

And God's blessing go with you

But remember this, my brother See in this some higher plan

You must use this precious silver

to become an honest man

By the witness of the martyrs

By the passion and the blood

God has raised your soul from darkness

I have bought your soul for God

VALJEAN: What have I done, sweet Jesus what have I done

Become a thief in the night, become a dog on the run

Have I fallen so far and is the hour so late

That nothing remains but the cry of my hate

The cries in the dark that nobody hears

Here where I stand at the turning of the years

If there's another way to go

I missed it twenty long years ago

My life is a war that could never be won They gave me a number and murdered Valjean

When they chained me and left me for dead

Just for stealing a mouthful of bread

One word from him and I'd be back

Beneath the lash, upon the rack

Instead, he offers me my freedom

I feel my shame inside me, like a knife

He told me that I have a soul

How does he know?

What spirit comes to move my life?

Is there another way to go?

I am reaching but I fall

And the night is closing in

As I stare into the void

Into the whirlpool of my sin

I'll escape now from that world

From the world of Jean Valjean

Jean Valjean is nothing now

Another story must begin

THE POOR: At the end of the day you're another day older

And that's all you can say for the life of the poor

It's a struggle, it's a war

And there's nothing that anyone's giving

One more day standing about, what is it for?

One day less to be living

At the end of the day, you're another day colder

And the shirt on your back doesn't keep out the chill

And the righteous hurry past

They don't hear the little ones crying

And the winter is coming on fast, ready to kill

One day nearer to dying

At the end of the day, there's another day dawning

And the sun in the morning is waiting to rise

Let the waves crash on the sand, like a storm that'll break any second

There's a hunger in the land, there's a reckoning still to be reckoned

And there's gonna be hell to pay

At the end of the day

FOREMAN: At the end of the day, you get nothing for nothing

Sitting flat on your butt doesn't buy any bread

WORKER 1: There are children back at home

WORKER 1 & 2: And the children have got to be fed

WORKER 2: And we're lucky to be in a job

WOMAN: And in a bed

WORKER 1 & 2 AND WOMAN: And we're counting our blessings

GIRL 1: Have you seen how the foreman is fuming today?

With his terrible breath and his wandering hands

GIRL 2: It's because little Fantine won't give him his way

GIRL 3: Take a look at his trousers, you'll see where he stands

GIRL 2: And the boss, he never knows

That the foreman is always in heat

If Fantine doesn't look out, watch how she goes

She'll be out on the street

WORKERS: At the end of the day, it's another day over

With enough in your pocket to last for a week

Pay the landlord, pay the shop

Keep on grafting as long as you're able

Keep on grafting 'til you drop

Or it's back to the crumbs on the table

And you've got to pay your way

At the end of the day

GIRL 1: And what have we here, little innocent sister?

Come on Fantine, let's have all the news

Dearest Fantine, you must send us more money

Your child needs a doctor, there's no time to lose

FANTINE: Give that letter to me, it is none of your business

With a husband at home and a bit on the side

Is there anyone here who can swear before God she has nothing to fear, she has nothing to hide?

NO!

VALJEAN: What is this fighting all about? Will someone tear these two apart?

This is a factory, not a circus

Now come on ladies, settle down

I run a business of repute, I am the mayor of this town

I look to you to sort this out

And be as patient as you can

FOREMAN: Now someone say how this began

GIRL 1: At the end of the day, she's the one who began it

There's a kid that she's hiding in some little town

There's a man she has to pay

You can guess how she picks up the extra

You can bet she's earning her keep sleeping around

And the boss wouldn't like it

FANTINE: Yes, it's true there's a child and the child is my daughter

And her father abandoned us leaving us flat

Now she lives with an innkeeper man and his wife

And I pay for the child, what's the matter with that?

WOMEN & WORKERS: At the end of the day, she'll be nothing but trouble

And there's trouble for all when there's trouble for one

While we're earning our daily bread, she's the one with her hands in the butter

You must send this slut away or we're all gonna end in the gutter

And it's us who have to pay

At the end of the day

FOREMAN: I might have known the bitch could bite, I might have known the cat had claws

I might have guessed your little secret

Ah yes, the virtuous Fantine

Who keeps herself so pure and clean

You'd be the cause, I'd have no doubt

Of any trouble here about

You play a virgin in the light

But need no urging in the night

GIRL 1: She's been laughing at you while she's having her men

WOMEN & WORKERS: She'll be nothing but trouble again and again

GIRL 1: You must sack her today

WOMEN & WORKERS: Sack the girl today GIRL 1: You must sack her today

FOREMAN: Right my girl, on your way!

FANTINE: There was a time when men were kind

When their voices were soft

And their words inviting

There was a time when love was blind

And the world was a song

And the song was exciting

There was a time

Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by

When hope was high and life worth living

I dreamed that love would never die

I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid

And dreams were made and used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night

With their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart

As they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side

He filled my days with endless wonder

He took my childhood in his stride

But he was gone when Autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me

That we will live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be

So different from this hell I'm living

So different now from what it seemed