Early each day to the steppes of St. Paul's The little old bird woman comes In her own special way to the people she calls Come by my bags full of crumbs Come feed the little bird, 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 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 Thank you for watching!