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