The Bunting Song

Pull out the bunting

She made 'em one by one

Hang 'em in the trees

Or they'll blow away

Move to the country

The town has told its tale

You'll be forgotten

When the autumn leaves, they fell

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 are 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 'em one by one

Hanging in the trees

'Till a breeze, it comes

And the country didn't look the same that day

They put a party on, but she just sold away

All the dawn to a day, a ticking gone