The Bunting Song – The Good, The Bad & The QueenBy Pull out the buntingShe made then one by oneHang’em in the treesUntil a breeze it comesMove to the countryThe town has told its taleWhen the sutumn leavesThey fallAnd the whole place didn’t look the same that nightThey put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recallAll the days a ticking goneBye baby buntingAll England wants you homeAway in the hillsWhere the wild thingsThey roamSo I’ll never know whyShe made then one by oneHanging in the trees‘Till a breeze its comes www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20