<C=khaki>*She begins playing, running the bow in her left hand across
the strings on the violin in her right, holding the instrument
at her chin. The song is sad and mournful, and eventually, her
own voice lilts up, her tone filled with sorrow*</c>
<C=#40FFFF>Sit there and co~unt your fingers
What can you do~oo? Young girl, you're thro~ugh..</c>

<C=khaki>*She continues gliding the bow gracefully along
the strings, her song still melancholy*</c>
<C=#40FFFF>Sit there and count your little fingers
Unlucky little girl</c> <C=#0080FF>blue~</c>

<C=khaki>*The music from the violin and her voice build up, growing
a little louder now near the end of the next verse*</c>
<C=#40FFFF>Sit there and count the ra~indrops
falling on yo~u.. It's time you kn~ew</c>

<C=khaki>*The speed of the bow moving across the strings slackens
some, as the melody and her voice grow somber once more*</c>
<C=#40FFFF>All you can co~unt on are the raindrops
That fall on little girl</c> <C=#0080FF>blue~</c>

<C=khaki>*Her voice takes on an a slightly whimsical
tone as she sings the next three lines*</c>

<C=#40FFFF>No use, young girl..
You may as well surrend~er
Your hope is getting slend~er..
Why won't the skies show their splend~or..</c>

<C=khaki>*Her voice sounding more melancholy
than it had throughout the entire song*</c>
<C=#40FFFF>..some joy, to cheer up little girl</c> <C=#0080FF>blue~?</c>

<C=khaki>*She changes up the pacing of the bow, and the song takes
on a different tempo now, building up to a crescendo*</c>
<C=#40FFFF>When I was very young, The world was younger than I
My life as merry as a carous~el..</c>
<C=#40FFFF>The circus tent was strung with every star in the sky
Above the ring I loved so we~ll..</c>

<C=khaki>*Her voice now too would be building upward in volume and
strength, growing to a crescendo as well as she holds her
note as she sings the word "gold" for a full ten seconds*</c>
<C=#40FFFF>Now the young world has grown old..
Gone are the tinsel and</c> <C=#FFBF40>goooo~~ooold..</c>

<C=khaki>*For another minute or so she would continue to
play the violin in a sort of bluesy solo, eventually
bringing the music back around to the chorus, her
voice soft and sad once again.*</c>
<C=#40FFFF>All you can co~unt on are the raindrops
That fall on little girl</c> <C=#0080FF>blue~...</c>

<C=khaki>*She drags the final word out, playing a couple of
notes afterward to bring the song to a close.*</c>