"I Dreamed a Dream" from Les Miserables


(Fantine) I dreamed a dream in days 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 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
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.


"At the End of the Day" from Les Miserables


(Workers) 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 up 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
Like 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.
(Man) There are children back at home,
And the children have got to be fed
And you're lucky to be in a job
(Woman) and in a bed.
(Both) And we're counting our blessings.

(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 off the table
Well, you've got to pay your way
At the end of the day.


"Who Am I" from Les Miserables


(Valjean) Who am I? Can I condemn this man to slavery?
Pretend I do not feel his agony?
This innocent who wears my face,
who goes to judgement in my place
Who am I? Can I conceal myself forever more?
Pretend I'm not the man I was before?
And must my name until I die be no more than an alibi?
Must I lie? How can I ever face my fellow men?
How can I ever face myself again?
My soul belongs to God, I know
I made that bargain long ago
He gave me hope when hope was gone
he gave me strength to journey on
Who am I?
Who am I?
I'm Jean Valjean!
And so, Javert, you see it's true:
that man bears no more guilt than you!
Who am I?
2-4-6-0-1!

"Castle on a Cloud" from Les Miserables


(Young Cosette) There is a castle on a cloud
I like to go there in my sleep
Aren't any floors for me to sweep
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a room that's full of toys
There are a hundred boys and girls
Nobody shouts or talks too loud
Not in my castle on a cloud.

There is a lady all in white
holds me and sings a lullaby
She's nice to see and she's soft to touch
She says, "Cosette, I love you very much."

I know a place where no one's lost.
I know a place where no one cries.
Crying at all is not allowed
Not in my castle on a cloud.


"Master of the House" from Les Miserables


(Thenardier) Welcome, Monsieur. Sit yourself down,
and meet the best inkeeper in town.
As for the rest, all of 'em crooks
rooking the guests and cooking the books.
Seldom do you see honest men like me
a gent of good intent who's content to be . . .

Master of the house, doling out the charm
ready with a handshake and an open palm.
Tells a saucy tale, makes a little stir
Customers appreciate a bon viveur
Glad to do a friend a favor
Doesn't cost me to be nice.
But nothing gets you nothing;
everything has got a little price.

Master of the house, keeper of the zoo
ready to relieve them of a sou or two.
Watering the wine, making up the weight
Picking up their knicknacks when they can't see straight.
Everybody loves a landlord.
Everybody's bosom friend.
I do whatever pleases,
Jesus, don't I bleed 'em in the end!

(Chorus) Master of the house, quick to catch your eye
Never wants a passerby to pass him by.
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate.
Everybody's boon companion
Everybody's chaperone

(Thenardier) But lock up your valises,
Jesus, won't I sting you to the bone!
Enter, Monsieur, lay down your load
unlace your boots and rest from the road
This weighs a ton, travel's a curse
But here we strive to lighten your purse.
Here the goose is cooked
Here the fat is fried
But nothing's overlooked 'til I'm satisfied!

Food beyond compare, food beyond belief!
Mince it in a mincer and pretend it's beef.
Kidney of a horse, liver of a cat,
filling up the sausages with this 'n that.
Residents are more than welcome
Bridal suite is occupied.
Reasonable charges,
plus some little extras on the side.

Charge 'em for the mice, extra for the lice
Two percent for looking in the mirror twice.
Here a little slice, there a little cut
Three percent for sleeping with the window shut!
When it comes to fixing prices
there are lots of tricks he knows.
How it all increases, all the bits and pieces,
Jesus, it's amazing how it grows!

(Chorus) Master of the house, quick to catch your eye
Never wants a passerby to pass him by.
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate.
Everybody's boon companion
Everybody's chaperone

(Thenardier) Dirty bunch of geezers,
Jesus, what a sorry little lot!

(Madame Then.) I used to dream that I would meet a prince.
But, God Almighty, have you seen what's happened since?
Master of the house? Isn't worth me spit!
Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong shit.
Cunning little brain, regular Voltaire
thinks he's quite a lover, but there's not much there.
What a cruel trick of nature
landing me with such a louse
God knows how I've lasted
living with this bastard in the house!

(Chorus) Master of the house--
(Madame Then.) Master and a half!
(Chorus) Comforter, philosopher--
(Madame Then.) Don't make me laugh!
(Chorus) Servant to the poor, butler to the great--
(Madame Then.) Hypocrite and toady and inebriate!
(Chorus) Everybody bless the landlord
Everybody bless his spouse.
(Thenardier) Everybody raise a glass--
(Madame Then.) Raise it up the Master's ass!
(All)Everybody raise a glass to the Master of the house!


"Stars" from Les Miserables


(Javert) There, out in the darkness,
a fugitive running, fallen from God
fallen from grace.
God be my witness: I never shall yield
'til we come face to face
'til we come face to face.
He knows his way in the dark
but mine is the way of the Lord.
Those who follow the path of the righteous
shall have their reward.
And if they fall, as Lucifer fell,
the flame, the sword!

Stars, in your multitudes
scarce to be counted, filling the darkness
with order and light.
You are the sentinels, silent and sure
keeping watch in the night
keeping watch in the night.
You know your place in the sky
you hold your course and your aim
and each in your season returns and returns
and is always the same.
And if you fall, as Lucifer fell,
you fall in flame!

And so it must be, for so it is written
on the doorway to Paradise
that those who falter and those who fall
must pay the price.

Lord, let me find him that I may see him
safe behind bars!
I will never rest 'til then!
This I swear!
This I swear by the stars!


"On My Own" from Les Miserables


Eponine On my own, pretending he's beside me
All alone, I walk with him 'til morning
Without him, I feel his arms around me
and when I lose my way, I close my eyes
and he has found me.

In the rain, the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
and all I see is him and me
forever and forever.

And I know it's only in my mind
that I'm talking to myself, and not to him.
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us

I love him, but when the night is over
he is gone--the river's just a river.
Without him, the world around me changes
the trees are bare, and everywhere
the streets are full of strangers.

I love him, but every day I'm learning
all my life, I've only been pretending
Without me, his world will go on turning
a world that's full of happiness
that I have never known!

I love him
I love him
I love him,
but only on my own.


"Bring Him Home" from Les Miserables


God on high, hear my prayer
In my need, you have always been there.
He is young, he's afraid
Let him rest, heaven blessed.
Bring him home
bring him home
bring him home

He's like the son I might have known
if God had granted me a son
The summers die, one by one
How soon they fly, on and on
and I am old, and will be gone.

Bring him peace, bring him joy
He is young, he is only a boy
You can take, you can give
Let him be, let him live.
If I die, let me die . . .
Let him live.

Bring him home.
Bring him home.
Bring him home.


"Do You Hear the People Sing?" from Les Miserables


Enjolras: Do you hear the people sing, singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again.
When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums,
there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.

Combeferre: Will you join in our crusade? Who will be strong and stand with me?
Beyond the barricade, is there a world you long to see?

Courfeyrac: Then join in the fight that will give you the right to be free!

Chorus: Do you hear the people sing, singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again.
When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums,
there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes.

Feuilly: Will you give all you can give so that our banner may advance?
Some will fall, and some will live. Will you stand up and take your chance?

Grantaire: The blood of the martyrs will water the meadows of France!

Chorus: Do you hear the people sing, singing the song of angry men?
It is the music of a people who will not be slaves again.
When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums,
there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes!


"A Little Fall of Rain" from Les Miserables


Eponine: Don't you fret, Monsieur Marius,
I don't feel any pain.
A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now.
You're here; that's all I need to know.
And you will keep me safe,
and you will keep me close
and rain will make the flowers grow.

Marius: But you will live, 'Ponine! Dear God above!
If I could close your wounds with words of love.

Eponine: Just hold me now, and let it be.
Shelter me, comfort me.

Marius: You would live a hundred years
if I could show you how.
I won't desert you now.

Eponine: The rain can't hurt me now.
This rain will wash away what's past.
And you will keep me safe,
and you will keep me close.
I'll sleep in your embrace at last.
The rain that brings you here is heaven blessed!
The skies begin to clear, and I'm at rest
a breath away from where you are.
I've come home from so far.

Eponine: So don't you fret,          Marius: Hush-a-bye,
       Monsieur Marius,               Dear Eponine,
                 I don't feel any pain.              You won't feel any pain.

Both: A little fall of rain can hardly hurt me (you) now.

Marius: I'm here . . .

Eponine: That's all I need to know.

Eponine: And you will keep me safe,          Marius: I'll stay with you
       and you will keep me close.               till you are sleeping.
                 and rain will make the flowers . . . .               and rain will make the flowers . . .

Marius: Grow.


"Empty Chairs at Empty Tables" from Les Miserables


Marius: There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables,
now my friends are dead and gone.
Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about tomorrow,
and tomorrow never came.

From the table in the corner,
they could see a world reborn,
and they rose with voices ringing.
And I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
became their last communion
on a lonely barricade at dawn.

Oh, my friends, my friends, forgive me
that I live and you are gone.
There's a grief that can't be spoken.
There's a pain goes on and on.
Phantom faces at the window
phantom shadows on the floor.
Empty chairs at empty tables,
where my friends will meet no more.

Oh, my friends, my friends, don't ask me
what your sacrifice was for!
Empty chairs at empty tables
where my friends will sing
no more.



"The Heat is On in Saigon" from Miss Saigon


American Men: The heat is on in Saigon.
The girls're hotter'n hell.
One of these slits here will be Miss Saigon.
God, the tension is high, not to mention the smell.
The heat is on in Saigon.
Is there a war going on?
Don't ask, I ain't gonna tell.

Chris: How are you doing there, John?

John: Chris! I got the hots for Yvonne.
We should get drunk and get laid
since the end is so near.

Chris: I tell you, buddy, I've had it.
I don't want to hear.

John: The heat is on in Saigon,
but till they tell me I'm gone,
I'm gonna buy you a girl!

Chris: You can buy me a beer.

Kim: I'm seventeen, and I'm new here today.
The village I come from seems so far away.
All of the girls know much more what to say,
but I know I have a heart like the sea.
A million dreams are in me.

Chris: Good Jesus, John, who is she?

Men: The Cong is tightening the noose.
Is it a week or a day or an hour we've got?
Tonight could be our last shot.
Got to put it to use.

Men and Girls: Tonight I'll bet that you and I will get along.
Forget about the threat, forget the Viet Cong.

Men: Mimi, Gigi, Yvette, and Yvonne.
Gonna buy me a beer and elect Miss Saigon.

The heat is on in Saigon
and things are not going well.
But still at midnight, the party goes on,
a goodbye party in hell.



"The Movie in My Mind" from Miss Saigon


Gigi: They are not nice, they're mostly noise.
They swear like men, they screw like boys.
I know there's nothing in their hearts,
but ev'ry time I take one in my arms, it starts.

The movie in my mind
the dream they leave behind
a scene I can't erase
and in a strong G.I.'s embrace,
flee this life, flee this place.

The movie plays and plays.
The screen before me fills.
He takes me to new York.
He gives me dollar bills.
Our children laugh all day
and eat too much ice cream.
And life is like a dream.
Dream, the dream I long to find,
the movie in my mind.

Kim: I will not cry, I will not think.
I'll do my dance, I'll make them drink.
When I make love, it won't be me,
and if they hurt me, I'll just close my eyes and see . . .

Girls: They are not nice, they're mostly noise.

Kim: The movie in my mind

Girls: They kill like men, they die like boys.

Kim: The dream that fills my head

Girls: They give their cash, they keep their hearts.

Kim: A man who will not kill,

Girls: But ev'ry night again, it starts.

Kim: Who'll fight for me instead.
He'll keep us safe all day
so no one comes at night
to blow the dream away.
Dream, the dream I have to find
the movie in my mind.

Girls: And in a strong G.I's embrace,
flee this life, flee this place.

Kim: A world that's far away
where life is not unkind
the movie in my mind.



"Why God, Why?" from Miss Saigon


Chris: Why does Saigon never sleep at night?
Why does this girl smell of orange trees?
How can I feel good when nothing's right?
Why is she cool when there is no breeze?

VietNam: you don't give answers, do you friend?
Just questions that don't ever end.

Why, God? Why today?
I'm all through here, on my way.
There's nothing left here that I'll miss.
Why send me now a night like this?

Who is this girl in a rusty bed?
Why am I back in a filthy room?
Why is her voice ringing in my head?
Why am I high on her cheap perfume?

VietNam: Hey, look, I mean you no offense
but why does nothing here make sense?

Why, God? Show your hand.
Why can't one guy understand?
I've been with girlsl who knew much more.
I never felt confused before.
Why me? What's Your plan?
I can't help her. No one can.
I liked my mem'ries as they were,
but now I'll leave rememb'ring her.

When I went home before, no one talked of the war.
What they knew from T.V. didn't have a thing to do with me.
I went back and re-upped. Sure, Saigon is corrupt.
It felt better to be here driving for the Embassy.
Cause here, if you can pull and string,
a guy like me lives like a king
just as long as you don't believe anything.

Why, God? Why this face?
Why such beauty in this place?
I liked my mem'ries as they were,
but now I'll leave rememb'ring her,
just her.



"Sun and Moon" from Miss Saigon


Kim: You are sunlight and I moon
joined by the gods of fortune
midnight and high noon sharing the sky.
We have been blessed, you and I.

Chris: You are here like a mystery.
I'm from a world that's so different
from all that you are.
How in the light of one night did we come so far?

Kim: Outside, day starts to dawn.

Chris: Your moon still floats on high.

Kim: The birds awake--

Chris: The stars shine, too.

Kim: My hands still shake.

Chris: I reach for you--
Both: And we meet in the sky!

Kim: You are sunlight and I moon
joined here, brightening the sky with the flame of love.

Both: Made of sunlight, moonlight.



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"I Still Believe" from Miss Saigon


Kim: Last night I watched him sleeping,
my body pressed to him,
and then he started speaking.
The name I heard him speak was Kim.
Yes, I know that this was years ago,
but when moonlight fills my room, I know
you are here, still.
I still, I still believe
you will return.
I know you will.
My heart forevermore holds still,
yes, still. I still believe.
I know as long as I can keep believing, I'll live.
I'll live, love cannot die.
You will return, you will return
and I alone know why.

Ellen: Last night, I watched you sleeping.
Once more, the nightmare came.
I heard you cry out something . . .
a word that sounded like a name.
And it hurts more than I can bear
knowing part of you I'll never share, never know.
But still, I still believe
the time will come when nothing keeps us apart.
My heart forevermore holds still . . .
It's all over, I'm here, there is nothing to fear.
Can't you let me inside what you so want to hide?
I need you, too!

Kim: For still,

Ellen: I will hold you all night, I will make it all right.

Kim: I still believe . . .

Ellen: You are safe with me.

Kim: I know if I . . .

Ellen: And I wish you would tell
what you don't want to tell.

Kim: can keep believing, I'll live.

Ellen: What your hell must be.

Kim: I'll live,

Ellen: You are safe now.

Kim: love cannot die,

Ellen: You can cry now.

Kim: and I know why.

Ellen: I'm your wife now

Kim: I'm yours

Both: for life, until we die.



"I'd Give My Life for You" from Miss Saigon


Kim: You who I cradled in my arms, you
asking as little as you can.
Little snip of a little man
I know I'd give my life for you.

You didn't ask me to be born, you.
Why should you learn of war or pain?
To make sure you're not hurt again
I swear I'd give my life for you.

I've tasted love beyond all fear,
and you should know it's love that brought you here.
And in one perfect night
when the stars burned like new
I knew what I must do:
I'll give you a million things I'll never own.
I'll give you a world to conquer when you're grown.

You will be who you want to be, you
can choose whatever heaven grants.
As long as you can have your chance,
I swear I'll give my life for you.

Sometimes I wake up reaching for him.
I feel his shadow brush my head,
but there's just moonlight on my bed.
Was he a ghost, was he a lie
that made my body laugh and cry?
Then by my side the proof I see:
his little one. Gods of the sun,
bring him to me!

You will be who you want to be, you
can choose whatever heaven grants.
As long as you can have your chance,
I swear I'll give my life for you.
No one will stop what I must do.
My son, I'll give my life for you!



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