Village Green - Ray Davies

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

'Twas there I met a girl called Daisy

And kissed her by the old oak tree

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

They snap their photographs and say «Gawd darn it

Isn’t it a pretty scene»

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

We will laugh and talk about the village green