Feed The Birds (Live)

Feed the Birds, Tuppence a Bag
Tuppence, Tuppence, Tuppence a Bag
There's that horrible old woman!
Don't point. And for your information, she is not in the least horrible
But she's just a bundle of rags.

When will you learn to look past what you see?
Early each day to the steps of St. 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
Their young ones are hungry
Their 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.

What are you doing?
I'm going to give he my sixpence
What a waste!

That's a matter of opinion. Here. One bag, please
(to Michael) Save your sixpence.

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 I'm calling to you
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.