(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
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