Текст песни Josh B — Feed The Birds

Feed the birds tuppence a bag
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
Feed the birds tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag
Early each day, to the steps of saint pauls
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 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
Tupence, tuppence, tuppence a bag,
Feed the birds, thats what she cries,
While overhead her birds, fill the skies
(Ah)
All around the cathedral,
The saints, and apostles
Look down, as she sells her wares.
All though you can't see them,
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
Rtuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag