Early
each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes.
In her own special way to the people she calls,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.
Come feed
the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do.
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you."
Feed the
birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
"Feed the birds," that's what she
cries,
While overhead, her birds fill the skies.
All around
the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can't see it, you know they are
smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares.
Though her
words are simple and few,
Listen, listen, she's calling to you:
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag." |
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