- cifra
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
