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