Happy Birthday Michael

When my boys were babies, I used to sing them this song (my adaptation for boys---original song was written for girls).   Happy Birthday Michael.  It seems like only yesterday, I was singing you this song.

Where are you going my little one, little one?
Where are you going my baby my own?

My little one.

Turn around and you're two.

Two.

Turn around and you're four.

Four.

Turn around and you’re a young boy
Going out of the door.

Young boy.

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 grown man a'leaving my door.

Grown man getting married.

Where are you going, my little one, little one?
Where are you going my baby my own?
Turn around, turn around,
Turn around and you're a grown man with babes of your own.

And some of his babes are going to be taller than he is.