Where Is She? lyrics
Where Is She?
Frollo:
Gringoire where has your lady gone?
I never see her dance at Notre Dame.
Gringoire:
I don't really know where she has gone,
Priests and poets are not one.
In women I see love;
The church puts them below and my poems above.
Frollo:
Where is she, your Esmeralda?
The small Paris streets can't sing without her song.
Gringoire:
She's alone in a tower of stone,
Far from those who fear all her powers unknown.
Frollo:
Poet what do you say, is it this or that way?
Do not use your words to play, have you seen her today?
Clopin:
Where is she my Esmeralda?
The kingdom I rule has lost all its splendour.
Gringoire:
She is like a swallow of spring,
That someone has caught and tied down the wings.
She is there in the prison called la-Sonte.
If she can't get away that is where she will stay,
Until she is hung.
Clopin:
You need tell me no more.
Frollo, Clopin & Gringoire:
Where is she your Esmeralda?
The small Paris streets can't sing without her song.
She is like a swallow of spring,
That someone has caught and tied down the wings.
Last Update: June, 23rd 2013