Sydney:
Don't you fret
Dear mademoiselle
You needn't be afraid
A little falling blade
Can hardly hurt us now
I'm here
Consider me your friend
And I will keep you safe
And I will keep you close
The blade will make our sorrows end
Seamstress:
I think that you were sent by God above
To comfort me with words of hope and love
Sydney:
Or maybe God sent you to me
Don't look up, look at me
Seamstress:
I could face it without fear
If you would show me how
You won't desert me now
Sydney:
The blade can't hurt me now
My blood will wash away what's past
And I will keep you safe
And I will keep you close
My life won't be in vain at last
Seamstress:
Because I met you here, I'm truly blessed
My mind begins to clear, and I'm at rest
I hold your hand, and I am strong
I'll be home before long
Seamstress/(Sydney):
Thanks to you (Don't you fret)
My brave monsieur (Dear mademoiselle)
I'm no longer afraid (You needn't be afraid)
Both:
A little falling blade
Can hardly hurt me now
Sydney: I'm here
Seamstress: I'm glad that you're my friend
Seamstress/(Sydney):
And you will keep me safe (And I will stay with you)
And you will keep me close (Till you are at peace)
Seamstress: The blade
Sydney: The blade
Seamstress: Will make our sorrows
Sydney: Will make our sorrows
(They kiss. The seamstress is led to the guillotine. She looks behind her at Sydney. He looks back at her.)
Sydney: End.