When I was very young
The world was younger than I
As merry as a carousel
The circus tent was strung
With every star in the sky
Above the ring
I loved so well
Now the young world
Has grown old
Gone are the
Tinsel and gold
Sit there
And count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there
And count
Your little fingers
Unlucky little girl blue
Sit there
And count the raindrops
Falling on you
It's time you knew
All you can count on
Is the raindrops
That fall
On little girl blue
No use old girl
You may as well surrender
Your hope
Is getting slender
Why won't somebody
Send a tender
Blue boy
To cheer little girl blue
No use old girl
You may as well surrender
Your hope
Is getting slender
Why won't somebody
Send a tender
Blue boy
To cheer little girl blue