When I was very young
   The world was younger than I
   As merry as a carousel
   The circus tent was strung
   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 fingers
   Unlucky, litle 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 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 little girl blue?