Feed the Birds
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