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."
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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