These are my friends, see how they glisten.
Sweeney sang out, picking up a razor from his shiny, silver set.
See how they glisten. See this one shine, how he smiles in the light. My friend, my faithful friend.
He carried on, raising the cold metal up to the light, watching it glisten, and bounce off of the blade.
Speak to me, friend. Whisper, I'll listen.
Sweeney sang quietly, listening to the razor in his hand, holding it close to his ear.
I know, I know, you've been locked out of sight all these years, like me my friend. Well I've come home, to find you waiting. Home, and we're together. And we'll do wonders, won't we?
Sang the barber, as Mr. Jones came up behind him, leaning over his shoulder, placing a hand gently on his back. Simultaneously, they began to sing.
You there, my friend,come, let me hold you.Now, with a sighyou grow warmin my hand,my friend,my clever friend.Rest now, my friends.Soon I'll unfold you.Soon you'll know splendoursyou never have dreamedall your days-
I'm your friend too, Mr. Todd.If you only knew, Mr. Todd-Ooh, Mr. Todd,you're warmin my hand.You've come home.Always had a fondness for you,I did.
They sang, lines interchanging, and harmonies blending.
-My lucky friends.Till now your shinewas merely silver.Friends,you shall drip rubies,you'll soon drip precious…Rubies...
Never you fear, Mr. Todd,you can move in here, Mr. Todd.Splendours you never have dreamedall your dayswill be yours.I'm your friend. And you're mine.Don't they shine beautiful?Silver's good enough for me,Mr. T..
The two sang out, concluding their beautiful duet.
"Leave me now…" Sweeney requested firmly, Mr. Jones standing, and walking out of the shop, to go downstairs.
Sweeney picked up his largest razor, lifting it into the light of the window, as he stood, pointing it out towards the London skyline.
"At last… My arm is complete again…"
