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Saturday, October 23, 2010

Sung to a tune I think only my sister knows


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 girl...


...going out of the door. 




Turn around, turn around



 Turn around and you're a young girl...

  

 ...going out of the door.