After breakfast and conversation this morning with my parents who live in Kemp, Oklahoma, I drove the 322 miles back to Monroe. It’s nearly always a five and a half hour drive, though in perfect circumstances, I have driven it in five. Beautiful weather for traveling today. I listened to several CD’s and I found several songs I could do in my Civil War and Scots-Irish school programs. I also came upon some songs that meant something to my past: “And I love you so” by Don McLean, “Landslide” by Stevie Nicks, and the one I want to focus on today in my post, “Turn Around” by Malvina Reynolds, Harry Belafonte, & Alan Greene. I heard this on a Nancy Griffith CD. I had not listened to this since my daughter was married some years ago. It was the song she and I danced to at her reception for the Father/Daughter dance, so the song brought on a flood of bathos. I realized I had not listened to this song since that night. I remember how I had tears on my face as we danced. She had a big smile and said, “Daddy, don’t cry.” Rachel’s picture (with my grandson, Mason) is below the lyrics. I found the lyrics here: http://www.nancycassidymusic.com/sleepyheads.html.
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, you’re a young girl going out of my door.
Turn around, turn around,
Turn around, you’re a young girl going out of my door.
Where are you going, my little one, little one?
Dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you’re tiny,
turn around and you’re grown,
Turn around, you’re a young wife
with babes of your own.
Turn around, turn around,
Turn around, you’re a young wife
with babes of your own.
Where are you going, my little one, little one,
Where are you going, my darling, my own?
Turn around and you’re two,
turn around and you’re four,
Turn around, you’re a young girl going out of my door.
Turn around, turn around,
Turn around, you’re a young girl going out of my door.
I have the same favorite songs. My girls are grown,1 graduated from college and 1 in college. I had alot of health probles as my children were growing and emoyionally had prepared myself for the worse. At 54 I am still kicking.
There is no way a child, no matter how grown they are,can ever know that kind of love until they have children of their own.
I also have this baby book I purchased. “I Love You Forever”. Its about a mother who always said this by her sons bedside at night. The son married and left home and the times when he was sick or in distress she would sneak by his bedside and resite this poem. When she aged and was very ill and dying the son went to her bedside and recited the poem to her.
The phrasing is: I love you forever ,I like you for always ,as long as I’m living,my baby you’ll be. Makes me cry evertime. You should get the book.