Little Girl Blue
Little Girl Blue
music by Richard Rodgers (left)
lyric by Lorenz Hart (right)
When I was very young the world was younger than I, as merry as a carousel.
The circus tents were strung with ev'ry 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 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 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 tents were strung with ev'ry 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 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 hope is getting slender.
Why won't somebody send a tender Blue Boy,
To cheer up little girl blue?
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