Feed the birds,
tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence,
tuppence a bag.
Feed the birds,
that's what she cries,
While overhead,
her birds fill the skies.

All around the cathe dral the saints
and apostles Look down
as she sell her wares.
although you can't see it,
you know they are smiling Each time
some one shows that he cares.

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."