Lyrics:

At Notre Dame the sections are prepared

At rue de Bac they're straining at the leash

Students, workers, everyone
There's a river on the run
Like the flowing of the tide
Paris coming to our side

The time is near
So near it's stirring the blood in their veins!
And yet beware
Don't let the wine go to your brains!
For the army we fight is a dangerous foe
With the men and the arms that we never can match
It is easy to sit here and swat 'em like flies
But the national guard will be harder to catch.
We need a sign
To rally the people
To call them to arms
To bring them in line!

Marius, you're late.

What's wrong today?
You look as if you've seen a ghost.

Some wine and say what's going on

A ghost you say, a ghost maybe
She was just like a ghost to me
One minute there, and she was gone

I am agog
I am aghast
Is Marius in love at last?
I've never heard him `ooh' and `aah'
You talk of battles to be won
And here he comes like Don Ju-an
It's better than an o-per-a

It is time for us all
To decide who we are
Do we fight for the right
To a night at the opera now?
Have you asked of yourselves
What's the price you might pay?
Is it simply a game
For rich young boys to play?
The color of the world
Is changing day by day

Red - the blood of angry men
Black - the dark of ages past
Red - a world about to dawn!
Black - the night that ends at last

Had you been there tonight
You might know how it feels
To be struck to the bone
In a moment of breathless delight
Had you been there tonight
You might also have known
How the world may be changed
In just one burst of light!
And what was right seems wrong
And what was wrong seems right

Red

I feel my soul on fire

Blac

My world if she's not there

Red

The color of desire

Blac

The color of despair

Marius, you're no longer a child
I do not doubt you mean it well
But now there is a higher call.
Who cares about your lonely soul?
We strive toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't count at all

Red - the blood of angry men
Black - the dark of ages past
Red - a world about to dawn!
Black - the night that ends at last

Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the guns?
Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is running short.
Grantaire, put the bottle down!
Do we have the guns we need?

Give me brandy on my breath
And I'll breathe them all to death

In St. Antoine they're with us to a man

In Notre Dame they're tearing up the stones

Twenty rifles good as new

Listen

Twenty rounds for every man

Listen to me

Double that in Port St. Cloud

Listen everybody

Seven guns in St. Martin

General Lamarque is dead

Lamarque is dead.
Lamarque! His death is the hour of fate.
The people's man.
His death is the sign we await

On his funeral day they will honor his name.
It's a rallying cry that will reach every ear
In the death of Lamarque we will kindle the flame
They will see that the day of salvation is near
The time is near!
Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer
Let us take to the streets with no doubt in our hearts
But a jubilant shout
They will come one and all
They will come when we call