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Work Song

This song is by various artists and appears…

Look down, look down
Don't look 'em in the eye
Look down, look down
You're here until you die.

The sun is strong
It's hot as Hell below.

Look down, look down
There's twenty years to go.

I've done no wrong
Sweet Jesus hear my prayer.

Look down, look down
Sweet Jesus doesn't care.

I know she'll wait
I know that she'll be true.

Look down, look down
They've all forgotten you.

When I get free you won't see me
Here for dust.

Look down, look down
Don't look 'em in the eye.

How long oh Lord
Before you let me die?

Look down, look down
You'll always be a slave
Look down, look down
You're standing in your grave.

Now bring me Prisoner 24601
Your time is up
And your parole's begun
You know what that means.

Yes, it means I'm free.

It means you get
Your yellow ticket-of-leave
You are a thief.

I stole a loaf of bread.

You robbed a house.

I broke a window pane
My sister's child was close to death
And we were starving.

And you will starve again
Unless you learn the meaning of the law.

I know the meaning of these nineteen years
A slave of the law.

Five years for what you did
The rest because you tried to run
Yes 24601.

My name is Jean Valjean.

And I am Javert
Do not forget my name
Do not forget me

Look down, look down
You will always be a slave
Look down, look down
You're standing in your grave.

Freedom is mine, the earth is still
I feel the wind, I breathe again
And the sky clears, the world is waiting
Drink from the pool, how clean the taste
Never forget the years, the waste
Nor forgive them, for what they've done
They are the guilty, everyone
The day begins
And now let's see
What this new world
Will do for me.

You'll have to go
I'll pay you off for the day
Collect your bits and pieces there
And be on your way.

You've given me half
What the other men get
This handful of tin
Wouldn't buy my sweat.

You broke the law
It's there for people to see
Why should you get the same
As honest men like me?

And now I know how freedom feels
The jailer always at your heels
It is the law
This piece of paper in my hand
That makes me cursed throughout the land
It is the law
Like a cur
I walk the street
The dirt beneath the feet.

Come in, sir, for you are weary
And the night is cold out there
Though our lives are very humble
What we have, we have to share
There is wine here to revive you
There is bread to make you strong
There's a bed to rest till morning
Rest from pain, and rest from wrong.

He let me eat my fill
I had the lion's share
The silver in my hand
Cost twice what I had earned
In all those nineteen years
That lifetime of despair
And yet he trusted me
The old fool trusted me
He's done his bit of good
I played the grateful serf
And thanked him like I should
But when the house was still
I got up in the night
Took the silver
Took my flight.

Tell his reverence your story

Let us see if he's impressed

You were lodging here last night

You were the honest Bishop's guest

And then, out of Christian goodness

When he learned about your plight

You maintain he made a present of this silver

That is right.
But my friend you left so early
Surely something slipped your mind
You forgot I gave these also
Would you leave the best behind?
So messieurs you may release him
For this man has spoken true
I commend you for your duty
And God's blessing go with you
But remember this my brother
See in this some higher plan
You must use this precious silver
To become an honest man
By the witness of the martyrs
By the Passion and the Blood
God has raised you out of darkness
I have bought your soul for God!

Music by:

Claude-Michel Schönberg

Lyrics by:

Herbert Kretzmer


In some recordings listed as "Prologue", "Ouverture", or "Look Down"

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