(Richard Rodgers/Lorentz Hart)

When I was very young
The world was younger than I
As merry as a carousel

The circustent was strong
With every star in the sky
Above the ring I loved so well

Now the young world has grown old
Gone are the tinsle and gold

Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do?
Oh girl you're through
All you can count on are your fingers
Unlucky little girl blue

Sit there and count the raindrops
Falling on you

To be continued...