(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz Hart) When I was very young The world was younger than I As merry as a carousel The circustent was strong With every star in the sky Above the ring I loved so well Now the young world has grown old Gone are the tinsle and gold Sit there and count your fingers What can you do? Oh girl you're through All you can count on are your fingers Unlucky 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 oh 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
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