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 and Daisy   And we'll sip tea, laugh   And talk about the village Green   We will laugh and talk about the village Green