Warin: (sings)

Deryni!   Deryni!

In far Corwyn I felt your threat.

Deryni!  Deryni!

And here am I to your regret.

I know in my soul what God expects of me,

And all that and more I shall be!

  

A man whom Deryni fear must be invincible;

Succeed where a less fanatic man would fail;

Climb a mountain no one can climb;

Raise an army in record time;

Send a sailor to kill a duke when he's to sail.

No matter the pain he ought to be unwinceable;

Impossible deeds should be his daily fare.

But where in the world

Is there in the world

A man so extraordinaire?

  

C'est moi! Cest moi!

I'm forced to admit!

'Tis I, I humbly reply.

That marvel who

these wonders can do,

C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I.

I'll never lose

A castle or tower;

I'm simply the best at hand.

I must confuse

Deryni and scour

Their race from Gwynedd's land!

C'est moi! C'est moi!

So admir'bly fit;

A man in holy cause lock'd.

And here I stand with ego untold,

Exception'lly sure, amazingly bold,

To lead the Archbishop's flock.

  

The soul of a zealot is a thing remarkable:

My heart and my mind as pure as morning dew.

With a will and a self-restraint

That's the envy of every saint,

I can easily work a miracle or two.

To mercy and grace I needs must be unsparkable.

The Deryni dogs should never have a pray'r.

But where in the world

Is there in the world

A man so untouched by care?

  

[speaks humbly] C'est moi!

  

[then sings]

C'est moi! C'est moi!

I blush to disclose,

I'm far too holy to lie;

That man in whom

These qualities bloom

C'est moi, c'est moi, 'tis I!

  

I'd never lie;

'Tis what I've believ'd.

I'm bless'd with an iron will.

When I am by

The bishops receiv'd,

We'll all Deryni kill!

C'est moi! C'est moi.

The angels have chose

To fight their battles below.

And here I stand as pure as a pray'r

Incredibly clean, with virtue to spare,

The godliest man I know. . . !

  

C'est moi!.