Frank Sinatra - Little Girl Blue текст песни

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 you loved so well.

Now the young world has grown old, gone are the silver and gold,

Chorus : sit there and count your fingers, what can you do,

Old girl, youre through.

Just sit there and count your little fingers, unhappy little girl blue.

Sit there and count the raindrops falling on you,

Its 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 wont somebody send a tender

Blue boy to cheer up little girl blue.