Monsieur this is a day I never can 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
Not another 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 name was Jean Valjean
He stole some bread to save his sisters son
For 19 winters served his time
In sweat he washed away his crime
Years ago he broke parole and lived a life apart
How could he tell Cosette and break her heart?
It's for Cosette this must 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 could turn you for this? Monsieur you cannot leave
Whatever I tell my beloved Cosette she will never believe
Make her believe I've gone on a journey a long way away
Tell her my heart was too full for farewells, it is better this way
Promise me monsieur 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