Village Green

Out in the country, far from all the soot
And noise of the city, there's a village green
It's been a long time since I last set eyes
On the church with the steeple, down by the village green

(La-la, la-la-la) 'twas there I met a girl called Daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree
(La-la, la-la-la) although I loved my Daisy, I saw a fame
And so I left the village green

I miss the village green
And all the simple people
I miss the village green
The church, the clock, the steeple
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school

And now all the houses are rare antiquities
American tourists flock to see the village green
(La-la, la-la-la) they snap their photographs and say "Gawd, darn it
Isn't it a pretty scene?"
(La-la, la-la-la) and Daisy's married Tom, the grocer boy
And now he owns a grocery

I miss the village green
And all the simple people
I miss the village green
The church, the clock, the steeple
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school

And I will return there and I'll see Daisy
And we'll sip tea, laugh and talk about the village green
(La-la, la-la-la)
We will laugh and talk about the village green



Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Douglas Davies
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