The Bunting Song (Live at The Tabernacle)

[Verse 1] Pull out the bunting She made 'em one by one Hanging in the trees 'Til a breeze, it comes Move to the country The town has told its tale You'll be forgotten When the autumn leaves, they fell [Chours] And the whole place didn't look the same that night We put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recall Oh, the days are a-ticking on [Verse 2] Bye, Baby Bunting All England wants you home Away in the hills Where the wild things, they roam 'Cause I'll never know why Shе made 'em one by onе Hanging in the trees 'Til a breeze, it comes [Chorus] And the country didn't look the same that night We put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recall Oh, the days are a-ticking on