Looking backwardsO hair of my back, so thick and brown, You make me smile, you make me frown. It saddens me when you leave, Plucked from my back! O how I grieve.Looking backwards
You have been there for years, but I have ignored you, And then when you're gone, lo! I adored you. I miss you so much, only when you are gone, O what a waste, what have you done?
Now I am old, and near my grave, I look back upon you, at how you've aged. The years have gone by, O so so soon, But how I enjoyed you, my precious spoon.
