Pull out the bunting 

She made then one by one 

Hang'em in the trees 

Until a breeze it comes 



Move to the country 

The town has told its tale 

When the sutumn leaves 

They fall 



And the whole place didn't look the same that night 

They put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recall 



All the days a ticking gone 



Bye baby bunting 

All England wants you home 

Away in the hills 

Where the wild things 

They roam 



So I'll never know why 

She made then one by one 

Hanging in the trees 

'Till a breeze its comes