VALJEAN Not another word my son, There's something now that must be done. You've spoken from the heart And I must do the same There is a story, sir, Of slavery and shame That you alone must know.
I never told Cosette She had enough of tears She's never known the truth- The story you must hear Of years ago.
There lived a man whose hame was Jean Valjean He stole some bread to save his sister's son. For nineteen winters served his time In sweat he washed away his crime.
Years ago He broke parole and lived a life apart How could he tell Cosette and break her heart? It's for Cosette this must be faced If he is caught she is disgraced The time has come to journey on And from this day he must be gone Who am I? Who am I?
MARIUS You're Jean Valjean! What can I do That will turn you from this? Monsieur, you cannot leave. Whatever I tell my beloved Cosette She will never believe!
VALJEAN Make her believe I have gone on a journey A long way away. Tell her my heart was too full for farewells It is better this way. Promise me, M'sieur, Cosette will never know...
MARIUS I give my word.
VALJEAN ...what I have spoken, why I must go. Marius: For the sake of Cosette, it must be so.