The trees, they’re breathing free now.
For so long, gave themselves freely.
We drank and gulped them in,
never thinking to say thank you.
The trees don’t miss us.

But the goats at London Zoo, they’re waiting at the gate
For the kids of me and you.

The bluebells, getting ready to burst forth.
Can come forward without fear of grasping hands,
Without dread of tramping feet. Oh that blue, blue, blue
Never thinking to say thank you.
The bluebells don’t miss us.

But the goats at London Zoo, they’re waiting at the gate
For the kids of me and you.

The church bells, they’re ringing clearer,
singing through the cleaner air.
Chiming out for these new times,
And not caring we’re not there.
The church bells don’t miss us.

But the goats at London Zoo, they’re waiting at the gate
For the kids of me and you.

The ghost bus passes my window,
it flies, it soars, it sails along.
It’s load, so much lighter,
Just two brave nurses.
The buses don’t miss us.

But the goats at London Zoo, they’re waiting at the gate
For the kids of me and you.