When you were very young, the world was younger than you,As
merry as a carousel,The circus tent was strung with ever
star in the sky,Above the ring you loved so well.Now
the young world has grown old, gone are the silver and gold,Chorus : 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 are 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 tenderBlue boy to cheer up little girl
blue.

Writer : HART, LORENZ / RODGERS, RICHARD
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Williamson Music