C Dm Am G
Early each day to the steps of St. Paul's
Am G Am
The little old bird woman comes.
C Dm Am G
In her own special way to the people she calls,
Am E Am
"Come buy my bags full of crumbs.
F C
Come feed the little birds, show them you care,
F C
And you'll be glad if you do.
Am F Am G
Their young ones are hungry, their nests are so bare;
Am E Am G
All it takes is Tuppence from you."
C G Am G
Feed the birds, Tuppence a bag,
Am C Dm G
Tuppence, Tuppence, Tuppence a bag.
C G Am G
"Feed the birds," that's what she cries,
Am G E Am
While overhead, her birds fill the skies.
Am E Am E
All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Am E Am
Look down as she sells her wares.
C Dm Am G
Although you can't see it you know they are smiling
C Dm Am G
Each time someone shows that he cares.
C G Am G
Though her words are simple and few,
Am C G
Listen, listen, she calling to you.
C G Am E
"Feed the birds, Tuppence a bag,
C G C
Tuppence, Tuppence, Tuppence a bag."