All each day to the steps of St. Paul's The little old bird woman comes In her own special way to the people she calls Come by my bags full of crumbs Come feed the little birds, show them you care And you'll be glad if you do Their young ones are hungry, their nests are so bare All it takes is tuppence from you Feed the birds, tuppence a bag Feed the birds, that's what she cries While overhead the birds fill their skies All around the cathedral the saints and apostles Down as she sails through the waves Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling Each time someone shows that it matters Though her words are simple and few Listen, listen, she's calling to you Feed the birds, tuppence a bag Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag www.globalonenessproject.org