Little Girl Blue

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

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 the little the girl blue?

When I was very young

the world was younger than I

as merry as a carousel.

The circust tent was strung

with every star in the sky

above the ring I loved so well

Now the young world has grown 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 the little the girl blue?

cheer little girl blue

Anita O' Day