The Bunting Song

The Bunting Song - The Good The Bad And The Queen

Pull out the bunting

She made then one by one

Hang'em in the trees

Until a breeze it comes

Move to the country

The town has told it's tale

You'll be forgotten

When the autumn leaves

They fall

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 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 then 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 sort away

All the dawn to a day a ticking gone