Red & Black

Red & Black - David Burt/Michael Ball/"Les Misérables Original London Cast" Ensemble

At notre dame

The sections are prepared

At rue de bac

They're straining at the leash

Students workers everyone

There's a river on the run

Like the flowing of the tide

Paris coming to our side

The time is near

So near it's stirring the blood in their veins

And yet beware

Don't let the wine go to your brains

For the army we fight is a dangerous foe

With the men and the arms that we never can match

It's easy to sit here and swat 'em like flies

But the national guard will be harder to catch

We need a sign

To rally the people

To call them to arms

To bring them in line

Marius you're late

What's wrong today

You look as if you've seen a ghost

Some wine and say what's going on

A ghost you say a ghost maybe

She was just like a ghost to me

One minute there then she was gone

I am agog

I am aghast

Is Marius in love at last

I have never heard him ooh and aah

You talk of battles to be won

But here he comes like Don Ju an

It's better than an opera

It is time for us all

To decide who we are

Do we fight for the right

To a night at the opera now

Have you asked of yourselves

What's the price you might pay

Is it simply a game

For rich young boys to play

The colors of the world

Are changing

Day by day

Red the blood of angry men

Black the dark of ages past

Red a world about to dawn

Black the night that ends at last

Had you been there tonight

You might know how it feels

To be struck to the bone

In a moment of breathless delight

Had you been there tonight

You might also have known

How the world may be changed

In just one burst of light

And what was right

Seems wrong

And what was wrong

Seems right

Red

I feel my soul on fire

Black

My world if she's not there

Red

The color of desire

Black

The color of despair

Marius you're no longer a child

I do not doubt you mean it well

But now there is a higher call

Who cares about your lonely soul

We strive toward a larger goal

Our little lives don't count at all

Red the blood of angry men

Black the dark of ages past

Red a world about to dawn

Black the night that ends at last