Esmeralda:
I don't know if You can hear me
Or if You're even there
I don't know if You will 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
They look to You still
God help the outcasts
Or nobody will

Church People:
I ask for wealth
I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine
On my name

Old woman:
I ask for love
I can posses
I ask for god and his angels
To bless me

Esmeralda:
I ask for nothing
I can get by
But I know so many
Less lucky than I

God help the outcasts
The poor and down trod
I thought we all were
Children of god
God help the outcast
Children of god