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 Its Tale 
When The Sutumn 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 Its Comes