The bells that I make ring
There are my loves, they love me well
I want to hear them sing
Loud, as they swing, my pretty bells

In thunder or hail
Or in wind or in rain
Their song will never fail
Singing through joy, singing through pain

Bells that ring where we're born
Bells that ring where we die
Bells that ring every day, every night, every hour

Bells that ring where we pray
Bells that ring where we cry
Bells that ring to wake us up when the sun lights the sky

For the feast of Rameaux
For the Quasimodo
For a bright Christmas Day and for the day of All Saints

For Annunciation
For the Resurection
For St-Valentine's day and for when Good Friday comes

Celebration they sing
All processions they ring
The most beautiful day (it) is the Feast of Our Lord

Days of years, days of Kings
Easter day, my bells ring
And on Pentecost Day they sing with bright tongues of flame

Confirmations they sing
And communions they ring
Bells that toll for our death, Dies Irae, Dies Illa

For Ascension they sing
For Assumption they ring
Bells that bring us
Hosanna and sing Hallelujah

The bells I hold most dear
Of the beauties I have here,
They are my Mary's three
All best friends to me
And my litlle Mary rings
When children die, she sets them free
And my big Mary rings
When sailors set forth on the sea

But my great Mary sings
When lovers exchange wedding rings
Then something in me always cries
Then something in me always cries
To see their happiness
To see their tenderness
When a woman will not give me a single caress

My bells marry and blend
And take wing on the wind
In the midst of the stard up in the vault of the sky
All the bells that I sound
Kyrie Eleison
Hosanna Allelujah Dies Irae, Dies Illa

Bells that mourn with the sad
Bells that laugh with the glad
All these bells that I have never not once rung out for me

The bells that I make ring
They are my loves, such joy they give
I hope that they will sing
If Esmeralda does still live
To tell the world that Quasimodo loves Esmeralda