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.
I miss the village green.
The church, the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and Sunday school.

Village Green
The Kinks (1968), The Kinks Are the Village Green Preservation Society