Little Girl Blue

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 tender

Blue boy to cheer up little girl blue

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