Fantine: Cosette, it′s turned so cold
Cosette, it's past your bed time!
You′ve played the day away
And soon it will be night.
Come to me, Cosette, the light is fading
Don't you see the evening star appearing?
Come to me and rest against my shoulder
How fast the minutes fly away and every minute colder.
Hurry near, another day is dying
Don't you hear the winter wind is crying?
There′s a darkness which comes without a warning
But I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning.