When you were very young   The world was younger than you   As merry as a carousel      The circus tent was strung   With every star in the sky   Above the ring you loved so well      Now the young world has grown old   Gone are the silver 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 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