Early each day to the

steps of Saint Paul's

The little old bird woman comes

In her own special way

to the people she calls,

"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs;

Come feed the little birds,

Show them you care

And you'll be glad if you do

The young ones are hungry

The 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"

Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag"

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"