Young Cosette
There is a castle on a cloud
I like to go there in my sleep
Aren't any floors for me to sweep
Not in my castle on a cloud
There is a room that's full of toys
There are a hundred boys and girls
Nobody shouts or talks too loud
Not in my castle on a cloud
There is a lady all in white
Holds me and sings a lullaby
She's nice to see and she's soft to touch
She says "Cosette, I love you very much."
I know a place where no one's lost
I know a place where no one cries
Crying at all is not allowed
Not in my castle on a cloud
Oh help! I think I hear them now
And I'm nowhere near finished sweeping and
Scrubbing and polishing the floor
Oh, it's her! It's Madame!
Mme. Thenardier
Now look who's here
The little madam herself!
Pretending once again she's been `so awfully good'
Better not let me catch you slacking
Better not catch my eye!
Ten rotten francs your mother sends me
What is that going to buy?
Now take that pail
My little `Mademoiselle'
And go and draw some water from the well!
We should never have taken you in in the first place
How stupid, the things that we do!
Like mother like daughter, the scum of the street
Eponine, come my dear, Eponine, let me see you
You look very well in that new little blue hat
There's some little girls who know how to behave
And they know what to wear
And I'm saying thank heaven for that
Still there Cosette?
Your tears will do you no good
I told you fetch some water from the well in the wood...
Young Cosette
Please do not send me out alone
Not in the darkness on my own!
Mme. Thenardier
Enough of that, or I'll forget to be nice!
You heard me ask for something
And I never ask twice!
[Young Eponine pushes Cosette out. Thenardier says good night to his daughter as the inn fills up for the evening.]