The Village - B. Ajaneesh Loknath

When a new life turns towards you And the night becomes a bay We shall remain forever Everyone who meets his way Oh, our love is like the flowers The rain and the sea and the hours Oh, our love is like the flowers The rain and the sea and the hours When the rain falls to the sea They'll be waiting for you and for me And the sky reflects our image Trying to sleep right through our lives Oh, our love is like the earth The sun and the trees and the birth Oh, our love is like the earth The sun and the trees and the birth I am still here two days later Same place, same time And I'm stuck here two years too long Same place, the wrong time Oh, our love is like the flowers The rain and the sea and the hours Oh, our love is like the flowers The sun and the sea and the hours Their love died three years ago

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