The Bunting Song

Pull out the bunting
She made 'em one by one
Hang 'em in the trees
Or they'll blow awayMove to the country
The town has told its tale
You'll be forgotten
When the autumn leaves, they fellAnd 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 goneBye Baby Bunting
All England wants you home
Away in the hills
Where the wild things, they roamSo I'll never know why
She made 'em one by one
Hanging in the trees
'Til a breeze, it comesAnd the country
Didn't look the same that day
They put a party on
The ship that sailed a way on the dawn
To a day, a ticking gone