Jeri Southern
little girl blue
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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,
Sit there and count your fingers,
what can you do, Old girl, you're through.Just sit there and 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 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 tenderBlue boy to cheer up little girl
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Jeri Southern Blue Note, Chicago, March 1956
- The Great Jazz Vocalists Sing Hoagy Carmichael
- The Very Thought of You, The Decca Years 1951-1957
- Southern Hospitality & Jeri Gently Jumps
- Soho Collection
- The Essential Cole Porter
- The Songs Of Cole Porter
- Love In the Fifties
- The Very Best of the Great American Songbook
- Timeless Love Songs
- Vocal Jazz: The Absolutely Essential Collection
- Gold Standards
- The I Factor Vol. 36
- Golden Hits Through the Decades, Vol. 47
- On The Rocks: 100 American Jazz Classics
- The Most Beautiful Love Songs, Vol. 1
- 101 Hits from the Great American Song Book
- Jazz Glamour, Vol. 5
- Rewind a Tribute To Cole Porter Vol.3