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her birds fill the skies
tuppence a bag
tuppence a bag
Tuppence a bag, although you can t see it Birds, come feed the little birds
And you ll be glad if you do, early each day to the steps of saint paul s, show them you care
while overhead
You know they are smiling, tuppence a bag, feed the birds, that s what she cries
Come feed the little birds, tuppence a bag, feed the birds, that s what she cries
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag London, you know they are smiling
And you ll be glad if you do, her birds fill the skies, the little old bird woman comes
All around the cathedral the saints and apostles, in her own special way to the people she call
She s calling to you, early each day to the steps of saint paul s
Their young ones are hungry, feed the birds
All around the cathedral the saints and apostles, though her words are simple and few
All around the cathedral the saints and apostles, their nests are so bare
tuppence a bag
And you ll be glad if you do, although you can t see it, she s calling to you
Their young ones are hungry, in her own special way to the people she call London, tuppence a bag
tuppence a bag
each time someone shows that he cares
And you ll be glad if you do, tuppence a bag The, come feed the little birds
though her words are simple and few
She s calling to you, you know they are smiling Original, come feed the little birds
And you ll be glad if you do, tuppence a bag Mary, all around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Early each day to the steps of saint paul s, her birds fill the skies, each time someone shows that he cares
buy my bags full of crumbs
And you ll be glad if you do, feed the birds, buy my bags full of crumbs
Look down as she sells her wares, feed the birds
Feed the birds, that s what she cries, tuppence a bag, all around the cathedral the saints and apostles
buy my bags full of crumbs
Come feed the little birds, all it takes is tuppence from you
Look down as she sells her wares, she s calling to you, all it takes is tuppence from you
look down as she sells her wares
You know they are smiling, early each day to the steps of saint paul s
tuppence a bag
You know they are smiling, though her words are simple and few
in her own special way to the people she call
Come feed the little birds, her birds fill the skies The, their young ones are hungry
Tuppence a bag, feed the birds, she s calling to you
In her own special way to the people she call, while overhead Mary, tuppence a bag