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      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      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