(RodgersHart)

When I was very young

The world was younger than I

As merry as a carousel

The circus tent was strong 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 the 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 that 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

You hope is getting slender

Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy

To cheer a little girl blue



No use old girl you may aswell surrender

Your hope is getting slender

Why won't somebody lend a tender

Blue boy to cheer a little girl blue