Where have you gone?

This song has been in my mind and I keep singing it over and over:

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 boy going out of my door

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

Where are you going, my little one, little one
With tadpoles and puppy dogs, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny, turn around and you're grown
Turn around and you're a young man with babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're a young man with babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you're the 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 your here turn around and your gone

Turn around and . . . . . .