Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alfie Boe
Alfie Boe
Performer
Fergus Davidson
Fergus Davidson
Piccolo Flute
Max Welford
Max Welford
Bass Clarinet
Barry Clements
Barry Clements
Bass Trombone
Sophie Gledhill
Sophie Gledhill
Cello
Steve Anstee
Steve Anstee
Cello
Alun Darbyshire
Alun Darbyshire
English Horn
Alfonso Casado Trigo
Alfonso Casado Trigo
Conductor
Ed Bale
Ed Bale
First Violin
Jeremy Isaac
Jeremy Isaac
First Violin
Julian Tear
Julian Tear
First Violin
Alex Cromwell
Alex Cromwell
Trumpet
Skaila Kanga
Skaila Kanga
Harp
James Pillai
James Pillai
Horn
Stuart Andrews
Stuart Andrews
Programming
Joseph Ryan
Joseph Ryan
Horn
Neil Mitchell
Neil Mitchell
Horn
Léon Charles
Léon Charles
Keyboards
Mark Bousie
Mark Bousie
Keyboards
Barnaby Archer
Barnaby Archer
Percussion
Charlie Buchanan
Charlie Buchanan
Piccolo Trumpet
Jonathan Lee
Jonathan Lee
Second Violin
Kate Robinson
Kate Robinson
Second Violin
Rebecca Fagersten
Rebecca Fagersten
Second Violin
Matthew Lewis
Matthew Lewis
Trombone
David Brown
David Brown
Upright Bass
Nicola Davenport
Nicola Davenport
Upright Bass
Morgan Goff
Morgan Goff
Viola
Polly Wiltshire
Polly Wiltshire
Viola
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Claude-Michel Schönberg
Claude-Michel Schönberg
Composer
Alain Boublil
Alain Boublil
Lyrics
Herbert Kretzmer
Herbert Kretzmer
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Simon Gibson
Simon Gibson
Mastering Engineer
Lee McCutheon
Lee McCutheon
Producer
Cameron Mackintosh
Cameron Mackintosh
Producer
Stephen Metcalfe
Stephen Metcalfe
Producer

Lyrics

What have I done? Sweet Jesus, what have I done?
Become a thief in the night, become a dog on the run
And have I fallen so far and is the hour so late
That nothing remains but the cry of my hate?
The cries in the dark that nobody hears
Here I stand at the turning of the years
If there's another way to go
I missed it 20 long years ago
My life was a war that could never be won
They gave me a number and murdered Valjean
When they chained me and left me for dead
Just for stealing a mouthful of bread!
Yet why did I allow this man
To touch my soul and teach me love?
He treated me like any other
He gave me his trust, he called me brother
My life he claims for God above
Can such things be?
For I had come to hate the world
This world that always hated me
Take an eye for an eye!
Turn your heart into stone!
This is all I have lived for!
This is all I have known!
One word from him and I'd be back
Beneath the lash, upon the rack
Instead he offers me my freedom
I feel my shame inside me like a knife
He told me that I have a soul
How does he know?
What spirit comes to move my life?
Is there another way to go?
I am reaching, but I fall
And the night is closing in
As I stare into the void
To the whirlpool of my sin!
I'll escape now from that world
From the world of Jean Valjean!
Jean Valjean is nothing now!
Another story must begin!
Written by: Alain Boublil, Claude-Michel Schönberg, Herbert Kretzmer
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