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