Julie Andrews - Feed the birds tuppence a bag

^CEarly each ^Dmday to the ^Amsteps of St. P^Gaul's ^AmThe little old bi^Grd woman ^Amcomes. In her o^Cwn special ^Dmway to the pe^Amople she c^Galls, ^Am"Come bu^Ey my bags ful^Aml of crumbs. Come f^Feed the little birds, s^Chow them you care, And y^Fou'll be glad if you ^Cdo. Their yo^Amung ones are hu^Fngry, their n^Amests are so b^Gare; All it t^Amakes is T^Euppence from ^Amyou^G." ^CFeed the b^Girds, Tu^Amppence a ^Gbag, ^AmTuppence, ^CTuppence, ^DmTuppence a b^Gag. ^C"Feed ^Gthe bir^Amds," that's ^Gwhat she cries, ^AmWhile overhe^Gad, her b^Eirds fill the s^Amkies. All a^Amround the ca^Ethedral the s^Amaints and ap^Eostles Look d^Amown as she se^Ells her wa^Amres. ^CAlthough you can't s^Dmee it you ^Amknow they are s^Gmiling ^CEach time someone s^Dmhows that he c^Amare^Gs. ^CThough her ^Gwords are s^Amimple and f^Gew, ^AmListen, l^Cisten, she c^Galling to you. ^C"Feed^G the bird^Ams, Tuppen^Ece a bag, ^CTuppence, Tuppence, Tuppence ^Ga ^Cbag."