Little Girl Blue Songtext

von Barbara Cook

Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do?
Old girl you're through
Sit there, 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
Are the raindrops
That fall on little girl blue

No use old girl
You might as well surrender
Your hope is getting slender
Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy
To cheer a 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 ev'ry star in the sky
Above the ring I loved so well

Now the young world must grow old
Gone are the tinsel and gold

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 a little girl blue