EAR LY EACH DAY
TO THE STEPS OF SAINT PAUL'S
THE LI TTLE OLD BIRD
WO MAN COMES
IN HER OWN SPE CIAL WAY
TO THE PEO PLE SHE CALLS
COME BUY MY BAGS
FULL OF CRUMBS
COME FEED THE LI TTLE BIRDS
SHOW THEM YOU CARE
AND YOU'LL BE GLAD
IF YOU DO
THEIR YOUNG ONES ARE HUN GRY
THEIR NESTS ARE SO BARE
ALL IT TAKES IS TU PPENCE
FROM YOU
FEED THE BIRDS
TU PPENCE A BAG
TU PPENCE TU PPENCE
TU PPENCE A BAG
FEED THE BIRDS
THAT'S WHAT SHE CRIES
WHILE O VER HEAD HER BIRDS
FILL THE SKIES
ALL A ROUND THE CA THE DRAL
THE SAINTS AND A POST LES
LOOK DOWN
AS SHE SELLS HER WARES
AL THOUGH YOU CAN'T SEE IT
YOU KNOW THEY ARE SMI LING
EACH TIME
SOME ONE SHOWS THAT HE CARES
THOUGH HER WORDS
ARE SIM PLE AND FEW
LIS TEN LIS TEN
SHE'S CA LLING TO YOU
FEED THE BIRDS
TU PPENCE A BAG
TU PPENCE TU PPENCE
TU PPENCE A BAG
THOUGH HER WORDS
ARE SIM PLE AND FEW
LIS TEN LIS TEN
SHE'S CA LLING TO YOU
FEED THE BIRDS
TU PPENCE A BAG
TU PPENCE TU PPENCE
TU PPENCE A BAG
