Valjean's Confession

Not another word my son,

There's something now that must be done.

You've spoken from the heart

And I must do the same

There is a story, sir,

Of slavery and shame

That you alone must know.

I never told Cosette

She had enough of tears

She's never known the truth-

The story you must hear

Of years ago.

There lived a man whose hame was Jean Valjean

He stole some bread to save his sister's son.

For nineteen winters served his time

In sweat he washed away his crime.

Years ago

He broke parole and lived a life apart

How could he tell Cosette and break her heart?

It's for Cosette this must be faced

If he is caught she is disgraced

The time has come to journey on

And from this day he must be gone

Who am I?

Who am I?

You're Jean Valjean!

What can I do

That will turn you from this?

Monsieur, you cannot leave.

Whatever I tell my beloved Cosette

She will never believe!

Make her believe

I have gone on a journey

A long way away.

Tell her my heart was too full for farewells

It is better this way.

Promise me, M'sieur, Cosette will never know...

I give my word.

...what I have spoken, why I must go.

Marius: For the sake of Cosette, it must be so.