Der Glöckner von Notre Dame: God Help the Outcasts lyrics

I don't know if you can hear me

Or if you're even there

I don't know if you would listen

To a gypsy's prayer

Yes, I know I'm just an outcast

I shouldn't speak to you

Still I see your face and wonder:

Were you once an outcast, too?

God, help the outcasts, hungry from birth

Show them the mercy they don't find on earth

God, help my people, we look to you still

God, help the outcasts, or nobody will

I ask for wealth, I ask for fame

I ask for glory to shine on my name

I ask for all I can possess

I ask for God and the angels to bless me

I ask for nothing, I can get by

But I know so many less lucky than I

Please, help my people, the poor and downtrod

I thought we all were the children of God

God, help the outcasts, children of God

God, help the outcasts