I am wandering Wool gathering Window shopping A middle aged woman That nobody sees
Shops I used to love Sell things That are too young for me They used to be too old
Now I need a little more Quality and quantity That is the way it goes As you will find out When the circle turns
When ‘that girl’ Suddenly becomes ‘that lady’
Now I am shopping again Tiny things For my grandchild To be
For someone Who will only ever Think of me as gran And will never know The girl with blue hair That was me
The circle has turned!