stacey kent
little girl blue
When you were very young, the world was younger than you, As merry as a carousel, The circus tent was strung with ever star in the sky, Above the ring I loved so well.  Now the young world has grown old, gone are the silver 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 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 hopes are getting slender,  Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy to cheer up little girl blue.  Sit there and count your fingers What can you do Old girl you're through Sit there, count your little fingers Unhappy little girl blue.  Sit there and count the raindrops Falling on you It's time you knew All you can ever count on Are the raindrops That fall on little girl blue  Won't you just sit there Count the little raindrops Falling on you 'Cause it's time you knew All you can ever count on Are the raindrops That fall on little girl blue  No use old girl You might as well surrender 'Cause your hopes are getting slender and slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer up little girl blue