(spoken, by Dick):
Life goes short & man grows old
Summer's gone & the wind turns cold
Where are you going, my little one, little one?
Where are you going, my sonny, my own?
Turn around & you're 2, turn around & you're 4
Turn around, you're a young man going out of the door
Where are you going, my little one, little one?
Pigtails & petticoats, where have you gone?
(x2):
Turn around & you're tiny, turn around & you're grown
Turn around, you're a young wife with babes of your own
Where have they gone, our little ones, little ones?
Where have they gone, our children, our own?
(x2):
Turn around & they're young, turn around & they're old
Turn around & they've gone, & we've no one to hold
