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 There is wine here to revive you There is bread to make you strong There's a bed to rest till morning Rest from pain and rest from wrong
Valjean~ He let me eat my fill I had the lion's share The silver in my hand cost twice what I had earned He knows 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 there last night
Constable 2~ You were the honest Bishop's guest.
Constable 1~ And then, out of Christian goodness
Constable 2~ 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 Monsieurs you may release him For this man has spoken true I commend you for your duty May 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 you out of darkness I have saved your soul for God!