Where Are You Going?

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

Where are you going my little one, little one?
Little pigtails and petticoats where have they gone?
Turn around and you’re tiny 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

Where have they gone my little ones, little ones?
Where have they gone my babies, my own?
Turn around and they’re young, turn around and they’re old,
Turn around and they’re gone and we’ve no one to hold
Turn around, turn around, turn around
And they’re gone and we’ve no one to hold

-Harry Belafonte