What a pleasure it would be
Chatting so delightfully
Nanny bakes, fairy cakes
Every Sunday morning
Miles of miles of English garden, stretching past the willow tree
Lines of holly, hocks and roses, listen most attentively
Do you know the game crochet
That adventure we might play
Very gay, hip hooray
Any sunny morning
Miles of miles of English garden, stretching past the willow tree
Lines of holly, hocks and roses, listen most attentively
As a rule the church bells chime
When it's almost supper time
Nanny bakes, fairy cakes
On a Sunday morning