Out in the country
Far from all the soot and noise of the city
There's a village green
Oh, 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 sought 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 Writer/s: Raymond Douglas Davies
Publisher: Abkco Music Inc.
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