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