Oh ye hair of mine
Love do you love me
Old am I thought to be
Long have ye been with me
Spread art thou over me
Ape am I confused to be
Oh ye hair of mine
What manner of traveler at thou?
Empty are ye on the way up
Plenty have ye become on the way down
Why have thou chosen to dwell in places you are not celebrated?
Why do you choose to flee from places you are needed?
Oh ye hair of mine
Your absence has left a patch on the roof
It has also made the entrance barren
What manner of ridicule have you brought upon me?
Your absence makes my scalp howl every night
And you presence makes my chin itch in the morning
Oh ye hair of mine
Will you ever come back home?
Home is up in the roof where you use to dwell
Remember, there is no place like home
Like the prodigal son, please come back home
Home sweet home