'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.'
(interlude)
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.'
