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The Bunting Song Lyrics
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
She made then one by one
Hang'em in the trees
Until a breeze it comes
The town has told its tale
When the sutumn leaves
They fall
They put a party on and waited for the sunlight to recall
All England wants you home
Away in the hills
Where the wild things
They roam
She made then one by one
Hanging in the trees
'Till a breeze its comes
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Submitted by
lilstacyq On Jan 29, 2007
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My god! I can't believe how so many TGTB&TQ songs have no comments on them - the album is amazing!
Anyway.... this woulod appear to be set in wartime England (I know that technically the album is abot noughties London, though).
The woman in the first verse is hanging out pieces of bunting she made herself for a party. The subject of this song (female) has moved to the country for a better life. A male relation of hers is fighting in a war and is waiting for him to return..... but he never did :(.
(The last verse is perhaps being told from the dead soldier's viewpoint).
Amendments - replace wartime England with now, thinking about the war in Iraq/Iran
I think these are better:
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 'Til a breeze, it comes
And the country Didn't look the same that day They put a party on ....... To a day, a ticking gone