(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz Hart)



When I was very young

The world was younger than I

As merry as a carousel



The circustent 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 tinsle and gold



Sit there and count your fingers

What can you do?

Oh girl you're through

All you can count on are your fingers

Unlucky little girl blue



Sit there and count the raindrops

Falling on you

It's time you knew

All you can count on are the raindrops

That fall on little girl blue



No use oh 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