Clopin:
There’s music in the marketplace
The streets have come alive
The town is in a tizzy
It’s a busy buzzing hive
There’s cause for this commotion and emotional display
We just can’t wait to celebrate
Our favorite holiday

Le jour d’amour
Your song is in the air

Quasimodo & Clopin:
What magic will you make for us
What promise will you share
That golden bell sweet La Fidèle
Will soon be ringing clear

The best of all the festivals
Le jour d’amour is here

Clopin:
Some have come in puppy love perchance to steal a kiss
Some are still enamoured after years of wedded bliss
Everyone’s parading down the promenade in pairs
To join the celebration of the finest of the fairs

Clopin & Chorus:
Le jour d’amour
Your song is in the air
What magic will you make for us
Whose name shall I declare
That golden bell, sweet La Fidèle will soon be ringing clear
The best of all the festivals
Le jour d’amour is here

Quasimodo:
Oh, how the stars will sparkle on the water
As the troubadors sing tales of true romance

Victor & Hugo:
The spirits may rise
With fire in their eyes

Laverne:
While gypsy girls enchant you with a dance

Clopin & Chorus:
Le jour d’amour
Your song is in the air
What magic will you make for us
What promise will you share
That golden bell, sweet La Fidèle will soon be ringing clear
The best of all the festivals
Le jour d’amour is here