Turn Around. Think it was by Val Doonican.
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 man 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 wife with babes of your own.