Barber's Song (Golden Helmet Of Mambrino)

Someone approaches...!
Just an ordinary traveler
(pointing off)
But see what he wears upon his head
Get thee to a place of hiding, Sancho
Oh, dear!

(from a distance)
Oh, I am a little barber
And I go my merry way
With my razor and my leeches
I can always earn my pay.

Though your chin be smooth as satin
You will need me soon I know
For the Lord protects his barbers
And He makes the stubble grow.

If I slip when I am shaving you
And cut you to the quick
You can use me as a doctor
'Cause I also heal the sick.

Thou Golden Helmet of Mambrino
With so illustrious a past
Too long hast thou been lost to glory
Th'art rediscovered now at last!
Golden Helmet of Mambrino
There can be no hat like thee!
Thou and I now, ere I die now
Will make golden history!

(aside to Sancho)
I can hear the cuckoo singing
In the cuckooberry tree...

(aside to Barber)
If he says that that's a helmet
I suggest that you agree.

(aside to Sancho)
But he'll find it is not gold
And will not make him bold and brave.

(aside to Barber)
Well, at least he'll find it useful
If he ever needs a shave!

Thou Golden Helmet of Mambrino
Thy deeds the world will not forget
Now Don Quixote de La Mancha
Will bring thee greater glory yet!

Golden Helmet of Mambrino
There can be no hat like thee
Thou and I now, ere I die now
Will make golden history!
Golden Helmet of Mambrino
Will make golden history!