The Bishop

Monsignor, we have your silver
We caught this man red-handed
He had the nerve to say you gave him this

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?

Monsieur, release him
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 high 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 saved your soul for God



Credits
Writer(s): Herbert Kretzmer, Claude-michel Schonberg, Alain Albert Boublil
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