I'm looking at a miracle, God sent to bring us pleasure; Another chapter in life's book, Bringing joy beyond all measure.

There's nothing like a grandchild, Especially a little girl; She wraps your heart with heartstrings, And captivates your world.

She dances into your very soul, All ruffles, dollies and lace; You melt into a puddle, With one look from that little face.

She wraps you 'round her finger, And plays with you like a toy; But that's the reason God gave her, To bring her grandparents joy.

This heritage of our heritage, This blessing all giggles and fun; Was sent by God as a special gift, Our precious little one.

Turnaround, turnaround,
Turnaround and you're a young girl going out of the door!

Where are you goin' my little one, little one, Where are you goin' my baby, my own? Turnaround and you're two, turnaround and you're four, Turnaround and you're a young girl going out of the door!

Turnaround, turnaround,
Turnaround and you're a young girl... Going out of the door!

Where are you goin' my little one, little one, Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone? Turnaround and you're tiny, turnaround and you're grown, Turnaround and you're a young wife with babes of your own!

Turnaround, turnaround,
Turnaround and you're a young wife... With babes of your own!

With babes of your own... Turnaround!