When I was very young the world was younger than I as merry as a caroussel
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.
Just sit there and count your little fingers
Unhappy little 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 might as well surrender
Your hopes are getting slender
Why won't somebody send a tender
Little Blue boy to cheer up 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 Blue boy to cheer up little girl blue