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
Ah la la la la
'Twas there I met a girl call Daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree
Ah 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
La la la la la
We will laugh and talk about the village green
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