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 strung
With every star in the sky
Above the ring I love so well
Now the young world has grown old
Gone are the tinsel and gold
All you
Can count on is the raindrops
That fall on
Little girl
Blue