The first to see me and to love what she saw, said love with your whole heart or don’t love at all
Life calls the music and to it we dance. Who here among us would not take the chance?
If one happy moment shines all our life long, never to darken until we are gone
Light casts a shadow that’s equally long, together forever, beloved beyond
But, no, she cannot love you and you know she never will
Esmerelda cannot love you and we’ll make sure she never will
Love is the place where two become one, two angels comingled with heaven as one
But she like the sun and me so beastly. Pity the monster that god made of me
I still hear her song inside of my head. Behold my feet dancing alone in my bed
The sound of a bird, the drop of the dew. If I was more handsome, could I have loved you?
But, no, she cannot love you and you know she never will
Esmerelda cannot love you and we’ll make sure she never will
At a signal from heaven, the waking of chimes. All the churches aquiver, all at the same time
A furnace of music, some ten thousand tones, breathing together from spires of stone
Alone at the top, true love’s hard to find. Come, Esmerelda, for now is our time
But once the bells stopped, the crowd turned on me, shrieking and laughing so mercilessly
They cried, “No, she cannot love you and you know she never will
Better death than to love you. Not meant for love, better to kill
Her coming my hope, her parting my pain. And the chance of delay, icy-cold every vein
Every atom of flesh, as dear as my own. But if she can’t love me, turn my heart to stone
In my center an absence, as if it were life. It circles and coils and cuts like a knife
One way to buffer the suffering of life: I’ll marry my vengeance, make hatred my wife
But no, she will not come back and you know she never will
Esmerelda cannot love you, now that she’s gone nobody will
Two skeletons found: one woman, one man. One holding the other, but no wedding band
At twilight you’ll hear him cry out, “Wait for me!”
And all night the pleading, “Why can’t you love me?”
Meanwhile a snowflake falls into the Seine where lovers pledge passion that never will end
Above them the spires atop Notre Dame where spirits come dancing as the church bells toll on
They toll for love that was forsaken, they toll for love that cannot be
Ask not for whom the bells are tolling. If truth be known, they toll for thee
They toll for love that was forsaken, they toll for love that cannot be
Ask not for whom the bells are tolling. If truth be known, they toll for thee
They toll for love that was forsaken, they toll for love that cannot be
Ask not for whom the bells are tolling. If truth be known, they toll for thee
Words, music, recording, and production by Richard Faylor
© Deep Happy Music
richardfaylor@yahoo.com
208-713-4002