Για τον Stevie Wonder, στο απόγειο της δημιουργικής του ιδιοφυίας [1976], η νοσταλγία γίνεται γιορτή. Για κείνον και για όλους εμάς.

For Stevie Wonder, at the peak of his creative genius [1976], nostalgia becomes a holiday. For him and for all of us.

Looking back on when I was a little nappy headed boy
Then my only worry was for Christmas, what would be my toy?
Even though we sometimes would not get a thing
We were happy with the joy the day would bring
Sneaking out the back door
To hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine, ooh
Greeted at the back door
I thought I told you not to go outside
Tryin’ your best to bring the water to your eyes
Thinkin’ it might stop her from whippin’ your behind
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ever have to go?
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ever have to go?
‘Cause I love them so
Brother says he’s tellin’ ’bout you playin’ doctor with that girl
Just don’t tell, I’ll give you anything you want
In this whole wide world
Mama gives you money for Sunday School
You trade yours for candy after church is through
Smokin’ cigarettes and writing something nasty on the wall
Teacher sends you to the principal’s office down the hall
I can’t do it
You grow up and learn that kinda thing ain’t right
But while you were doin’ it, it sure felt out of sight
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ever have to go?
I wish those days could come back once more
Why did those days ever have to go?