Dear hair, my dear hair,
My heart is always true;
Forever and ever,
I shall remember you.
Each strand joined together,
Together you grew long;
And I have been first to
Say farewell.
You all came together,
Twisted into a plait;
And I’ve been first to
Say I am sick of you.
Dear hair, my dear hair,
What is it you are doing?
Through all these days,
Why do you go flat?
My hair, dear hair,
I hear your dramatic sighs.
But your life will end,
It will end by the scissors in my hand.
