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 saw fame and so i left the village green.
i miss the village green
and all the simple people…


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