Early each day, to the steps of St Pauls
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
The 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," thats 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