Testo The Bunting Song

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