Feed the Birds (Tuppence a Bag)
Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul'sThe little old bird woman comesIn her own special way to the people she calls,"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs;Come feed the little birds,Show them you careAnd you'll be glad if you doThe young ones are hungryThe nests are so bareAll it takes is tuppence from youFeed the birds, tuppence a bagTuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bagFeed the birds," that's what she criesWhile overhead, her birds fill the skies
All around the cathedral the saints and apostlesLook down as she sells her waresAlthough you can't see it,You know they are smilingEach time someone shows that he cares
Though her words are simple and fewListen, listen, she's calling to you"Feed the birds, tuppence a bagTuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag"