Friday, September 24, 2010

TURN AROUND

Where are you going, my little one, little one.
Petals and petticoats, where did they go ?
Turn around, and you’re two, and you’re four.
Turn around and you’re a young girl,
Going out of the door.

Where are you going, my little one, little one.
Blooms of red roses, where did they go ?
Turn around, and you’re young,
Turn around and you’re old
It’s a sure way to travel, also I had been told.

Where are you going, My little one, little one.
Where are you going, Me baby, my own.
Turn around, and you’re young,
Turn around and you’re grown.
Turn around, and you’re a young wife
with babes of your own.
Turn around, turn around, turn around.
And you’re a young wife with babes
of your own.

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