Song lyrics The bunting song by The Good, The Bad & The Queen

Pull out the bunting
She made then one by one
Hang´em in the trees
Until a breeze it comes

Move to the country
The town has told its tale
When the sutumn leaves
They fall

And the whole place didn´t look the same that night
They put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recall

All the days a ticking gone

Bye baby bunting
All England wants you home
Away in the hills
Where the wild things
They roam

So I´ll never know why
She made then one by one
Hanging in the trees
´Till a breeze its comes