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