Lyrics:

Pull out the bunting
She made 'em one by one
Hang 'em in the trees
Oh, they blow away

Move to the country
The town has told its tale
You'll all 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 tree
Till a breeze its comes

And the country didn't look the same that day
They put a party on machinists sat away
All the days are a ticking gone