Notre Dame de Paris (eng) 31. Where Is She

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Gringoire where has your lady gone? I never see her dance at Notre dame.
I don't really know where she has gone, priests and poets are not one.
In women I see love; the church puts them below and my poems above.
Where is she, your Esmeralda? The small Paris streets can't sing without her
song.
She's alone in a tower of stone, far from those who fear all her powers
unknown.
Poet what do you say, is it this or that way?
Do not use your words to play, have you seen her today?
Where is she my Esmeralda? The kingdom I rule has lost all its splendour.
She is like a swallow of spring, that someone has caught and tied down the
wings.
She is there in the prison called la-Sonte.
If she can't get away that is where she will stay, until she is hung.
You need tell me no more.

Where is she our Esmeralda?
The small Paris streets can't sing without her song.
She is like a swallow of spring, that someone has caught and tied down the
wings.