Little Girl Blue
LORENZ HART, RICHARD RODGERS
When I was very young
The world was younger than I
As merry as a carrousel
The circus tent was drawn 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
Sit there and count your little itty bitty fingers
A lucky 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 may as well surrender
Your hope is getting slender
Why won't somebody send a tender little boy
To cheer up little girl blue