Barber's Song lyrics

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