C Dm Am G Early each day to the steps of St. Paul's Am G Am The little old bird woman comes. C Dm Am G In her own special way to the people she calls, Am E Am "Come buy my bags full of crumbs. F C Come feed the little birds, show them you care, F C And you'll be glad if you do. Am F Am G Their young ones are hungry, their nests are so bare; Am E Am G All it takes is Tuppence from you." C G Am G Feed the birds, Tuppence a bag, Am C Dm G Tuppence, Tuppence, Tuppence a bag. C G Am G "Feed the birds," that's what she cries, Am G E Am While overhead, her birds fill the skies. Am E Am E All around the cathedral the saints and apostles Am E Am Look down as she sells her wares. C Dm Am G Although you can't see it you know they are smiling C Dm Am G Each time someone shows that he cares. C G Am G Though her words are simple and few, Am C G Listen, listen, she calling to you. C G Am E "Feed the birds, Tuppence a bag, C G C Tuppence, Tuppence, Tuppence a bag."