Margaret Whiting - Little Girl Blue Lyrics

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 tinsel 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
Unlucky
(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 may as well surrender
Your hopes are getting slender
Why won't somebody send
A tender blue boy to cheer up little girl blue