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