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, litle 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?