When you were very young

The world was younger than you

As merry as a carousel



The circus tent was thrilling

With every star in the sky

Above the rings you loved so well



Now the young world has grown old

Gone is the silver and gold



Sit there, and count your fingers

What can you do?

Old girl you're through

Just sit there, and count your little fingers

Unhappy litle girl blue



Sit there, and count the raindrops

Falling on you

It's time you knew

That all you can count on are the raindrops

That fall on little girl blue



No use, old girl

You might as well surrender

Your hopes are getting slender

Why won't somebody send a tender little boy

To cheer up little girl blue?