VALJEAN
Freedom at last, how strange the taste
Never forget the years, the waste

Nor forgive them for what they've done
They are the guilty, everyone


The day begins and now let's see
What this new world will do for me


BISHOP
Come in, Sir, for you are weary
And the night is cold out here

Though our lives are vey humble
What we have, we have to share


There is wine here to revive you
There is bread to make you strong
There's a bed to rest 'til morning

Rest from pain, and rest from wrong

CONSTABLE

"Monsieur, we have your silver.
We caught this man red handed.
He had the nerve to say you gave him this."


BISHOP
That is right.

But my friend you left so early
Surley something slipped your mind
You forgot I gave these also.

Would you leave the best behind?

So, Monsieurs, you may release him

For this man has spoken true
I commend you for your duty
Now God's blessing go with you


But remember this, my brother
See in this some higher plan

You must use this precious silver
To become an honest man


By the witness of the martyrs
By the Passion and the Blood
God has raised you out of darkness

I have saved your soul for God