Answer:
I turn around once. What is out will not get in. I turn around again. What is in will not get out.
I am not alive but I grow I don't have lungs but I need air I don't have a mouth but water kills me. What am I?
I am drawn by everyone without pen or pencil. What am I?
I tremble at each breath of air and yet can heaviest burdens bear.
I always have to work with something in my eye. What am I?
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.