Where are you going, my little
one, little one.
Where are you going, my baby my
own.
Turn around and you’re two,
Turn around and you’re four,
Turn around and you’re a young
lad going out of the door.
Turn around, turn around, turn
around and you’re a young lad
Going out of the door.
Where are you going, my little
one, little one.
Where are you going, my baby my
own.
Turn around and you’re tiny,
Turn around and you’re grown,
Turn around and you’re a young
man with babes of your own.
Turn around, turn around, turn
around and you’re a young man
With babes of your own.
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