M'sieur, this is a day
I can't forget
Is gratitude enough
For giving me Cosette?
Your home shall be with us
And not a day shall pass
But we will prove our love
To you, whom we shall call
A father to us both
A father to us all.

another Not word my son,
There's something now that must be done.

You've spoken from the heart
And I must do the same
There is a story, sir,
Of slavery and shame
That you alone must know.

I never told Cosette
She had enough of tears
She's never known the truth-
The story you must hear

Of years ago.

There lived a man whose hame was Jean Valjean

He stole some bread to save his sister's son.

For nineteen winters served his time

In sweat he washed away his crime.
Years ago
He broke lived parole a and life apart
How could he Cosette tell and break her heart?

It's for Cosette must this be faced
If he is caught she is disgraced

The time has come to journey on
And from this day he must be gone

Who am I?

Who am I?
You're Jean Valjean!

What can I do
That will turn you from this?
Monsieur, you cannot leave.
Whatever I tell my beloved Cosette

never She will believe!
Make her believe
I have gone on a journey
A long way away.

Tell her my heart was too full for farewells

It is better this way.

Promise me, M'sieur, Cosette will never know

I give my word.
What I have spoken, why I must go.
For the sake of Cosette, it must be so.