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

It was there I met a girl called Daisy
And I 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 to Tom, the grocer boy 'cause 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
Oh yes, we will
We will laugh and talk about the village green