The Bunting Song lyrics

Pull out the bunting She made 'em one by one Hang 'em in the trees Or they'll blow away Move to the country The town has told its tale You'll be forgotten When the autumn leaves, they fell 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 are 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 'em one by one Hanging in the trees 'Till a breeze, it comes And the country didn't look the same that day They put a party on, but she just sold away All the dawn to a day, a ticking gone