title: ABC Cafe/Red and Black (Les Miserables)key: Generalharp type: Chromaticgenre: Anyskill: Any-6 7 -6 7 -6 7 -7 -8 9 -9At Notre Dame the sections are prepared-6 7 -6 7 -6 7 -7 -8 9 -9At Rue de Bac they’re straining at the leash-9 -9 -9 9 -8 -7 7Students, workers, everyone-8 -8 -8 -7 7 -6 6There’s a river on the run-9 -9 -9 9 -8 -7 7Like the flowing of the tide-8 -8 -8 -7 7 -6 6Paris coming to our side6 7 5 -5The time is near6 7 5 -5 6 -6 7 -7 8 -8So near, it’s stirring the blood in their veins-8 -9 7 -7And yet, beware-8 -9 7 -7 -8 8 -9 10Don’t let the wine go to your brains8 8 8 8 8 -8 -8 -8 -8 8 -8 -7For the army we fight is a dangerous foe8 8 8 8 8 -8 -8 -8 -8 8 -8 -7With the men and the arms that we never can match-9 -9 -9 -9 -9 <9 <9 <9 <9 -9 <9 -8It is easy to sit here and swat them like flies-9 -9 -9 -9 -9 <9 <9 <9 <9 -9 <9 -8But the national guard will be harder to catch-8 -8 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10We need a sign to rally the people10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10To call them to arms, to bring them in line<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-9Marius, you’re late10 <-9 <8 <8 -8 -8 -8 -8 <8 -8 <-7 <7What’s wrong today, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost-8 <-6 -8 <-9 <-10 <-9 -8 <8Some wine and say what’s going on<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 10 <-9 <9 <9A ghost you say, a ghost maybe-8 -8 -8 -8 <8 -8 <-7 <7She was just like a ghost to me-8 <-6 -8 <-9 <-10 10 <9 -8One minute there, then she was gone<9 <9 <9 <9 <-9 <9 -8 -8I am agog, I am aghast<-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 -8 <-7 <7 <-6Is Marius in love at last7 6 -7 <8 10 <8 -7 -8I’ve never heard him ooh and aah<9 <9 <9 <9 -9 <8 -8 -8You talk of battles to be won-7 -7 -7 -7 -8 -7 <7 <-6And here he comes like Don Juan-7 <-6 6 -7 <8 10 -9 -8 -7It is better than an opera<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <8 <8 <8 <8 <8 <8 <-7It is time for us all to decide who we are<-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <7 <-7 <-7 <8 <-7Do we fight for the right to a night at the opera now<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <9 <9 <-9 <10 <-9 <8 <-7Have you asked of yourselves what’s the price you might pay<-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <7 <-7 <8 <8Is it simply a game for rich young boys to play<8 <8 -8 -8 <-7 -8 -8 <-7 <7 <7 <-6 <7The color of the world is changing day by day<9 <9 <9 <9 <9 <-9 <-9Red, the blood of angry men<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-10 <-9 <9Black, the dark of ages past<9 <9 <9 <9 <9 <-9 <-9Red, a world about to dawn<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-10 <-10Black, the night that ends at last<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <8 <8 <8 <8 <8 <8 <-7Had you been there tonight, you might know how it feels<-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <7 <-7 <-7 <8 <-7To be struck to the bone in a moment of breathless delight<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <9 <9 <-9 <10 <-9 <9 <-7Had you been there tonight, you might also have known<-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <-7 <7 <-7 <8 <8How the world may be changed in just one burst of light<8 <8 -8 -8 <-7 -8And what was right seems wrong-8 <-7 <7 <7 <-6 <7And what was wrong seems right<9 <9 <9 <9 <9 <-9 <-9Red, I feel my soul on fire<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-10 <-9 <9Black, my world if she’s not there<9 <9 <9 <9 <9 <-9 <-9Red, the color of desire<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-10 <-10Black, the color of despair<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 10 <-9 <9 <9Marius, you’re no longer a child-8 -8 -8 -8 <8 -8 <-7 <7I do not doubt you mean it well<7 <-6 -8 <-9 <-10 <-9 -8 <8But now there is a higher call<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 10 <-9 <9 <9Who cares about your lonely soul-8 -8 -8 -8 <8 -8 <-7 <7We strive toward a larger goal-8 <7 <-6 -8 <-9 <-10 10 <9 -8Our little lives don’t count at all<9 <9 <9 <9 <9 <-9 <-9Red, the blood of angry men<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-10 <-9 <9Black, the dark of ages past<9 <9 <9 <9 <9 <-9 <-9Red, a world about to dawn<-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-9 <-10 <-10Black, the night that ends at last-6 7 -6 7 -6 7 -7 -8 8 -9Well, Courfeyrac, do we have all the guns-6 7 -6 7 -6 7 -7 -8 8 -9Feuilly, Combeferre, our time is running short-9 -9 -9 8 -8 -7 7Grantaire, put the bottle down-8 -8 -8 -7 7 -6 6Do we have the guns we need-9 -9 -9 8 -8 -7 6Give me brandy on my breath-8 -8 -8 -7 7 -6 6And I’ll breathe them all to death-6 7 -6 7 -6 7 -7 -8 8 -9In St. Antoine they’re with us to a man-6 7 -6 7 -6 7 -7 -8 8 -9At Notre Dame they’re tearing up the stones-9 -9 -9 9 -8 -7 7Twenty rifles, good as new-8 -8 -8 -7 7 -6 6Twenty rounds for every man-9 -9 -9 9 -8 -7 7Double that in Port St. Cloud-8 -8 -8 -7 7 -6 6Seven guns in St. Martin6 7 5 -5Lamarque is dead6 7 5 -5 6 -6 7 -7 8 -8Lamarque, his death is the hour of fate-8 -9 7 -7The people’s man-8 -9 -7 -8 8 -9 10 10His death is the sign we await8 8 8 8 8 -8 -8 -8 -8 8 -8 -7On his funeral day, they will honor his name8 8 8 8 8 -8 -8 -8 -8 8 -8 -7It’s a rallying cry that will reach every ear-9 -9 -9 -9 -9 <9 <9 <9 <9 -9 <9 -8In the death of Lamarque we will kindle the flame-9 -9 -9 -9 -9 -9 <9 <9 <9 -9 <9 -8They will see that the day of salvation is near-8 -8 10 10The time is here10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10Let us welcome it gladly with courage and cheer10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10Let us take to the streets with no doubt in our hearts10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10 10But a jubilant shout, they will come one and all10 10 10 <-10 <11 <11They will come when we call