Turn around. The Brothers four

This post is dedicated to my first born D who lives thousands of miles away. Happy birthday, we miss you.

Turn around, you are a baby.

Turn around, you are two. We visited Australia.

Turn around, you are four. You had a best friend at creche.


Turn around, you are nine, You loved the piano. You still do.

Turn around, You are twelve, and you were angels with your cousin KT.

Turn around, you are sixteen. You were an Amazon woman doing the bungy.

Turn around, you are sixteen and forever an apple in Daddy's eye.


Turn around, you were capped.

Turn around, you are a young wife.

Turn around, you have young babies of your own.

The last two photos have not eventuated yet. They were borrowed to suit this song.


Malvina Reynolds 1900-1978 She wrote well into her golden years
The Brothers Four - Turn Around

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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 my door

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door

Where are you going, my little one, little one
Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you 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

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're the young girl going out of the door

Where are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my ba-by, my own?