Autor: Stephen Sondheim
These are my friends,
See how they glisten.
See this one shine,
How he smiles in the light.
My friend, my faithful friend.
Speak to me friend.
Whisper, I’ll listen.
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.
And we’re together,
And we’ll do wonders,
|You there, my friend.||I’m your friend too, Mr. Todd|
|Come, let me hold you.||If you only knew, Mr. Todd-|
|Now, with a sigh.||Ooh, Mr. Todd,|
|You grow warm.||You’re warm|
|In my hand.|
|My friend.||You’ve come home|
|My clever friend.||Always had a fondness for you, I did.|
|Rest now my friends.||Never you fear, Mr. Todd|
|Soon I’ll unfold you.||You can move in here, Mr. Todd.|
|Soon you’ll know splendors||Splendors you never have dreamed|
|You never have dreamed||All your days|
|All your days,||Will be yours.|
|My lucky friends.||I’m your friend. And you’re mine.|
|Till now your shine||Don’t they shine beautiful?|
|Was merely silver.||Silver’s good enough for me,|
You shall drip rubies,
You’ll soon drip precious
At last, my arm is complete again!