Sit there, and count your fingers



What can you do? Old girl you're through



Sit there, and count your little fingers



Unlucky 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 blue boy



To cheer up little girl blue







When I was very young the world was younger than I



As merry as a carousel



The circus tent was strong with every star in the sky



Above the rings I loved so well



Now the young world has grown old



Gone are the silver and gold







Repeat (*)