Lyrics:
The village, the village
The village, the village
The village
Save the village
The village, the village
The village, the village
Heal the village
The village, the village
The village, the village
The village
Save the village
The village, the village
The village, the village
Heal the village
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
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,
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,
In a village in Old Siam, sir, there's a lady who's lost her way.
In an effort to find a man, sir, she found herself in the old UK.
She waited
is nigh hopes slowly die
In the village of the damned
On a High Street with protected status
Exchanging niceness with the same old faces
But be
down
And way out for a walk
So the two of you can talk
She's trying to take you down
Behind the old bus stop
You know how it is
A Beautiful Village
Oh
(Highway killed the village)
(Highway killed fashion, killed fashion)
Ooh, (I was raised) I was raised (By the milliner) by the milliner
We are the Village Green Preservation Society
God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety
We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society
God save
We are the Village Green Preservation Society
God save Donald Duck, vaudeville and variety
We are the Desperate Dan Appreciation Society
God save
I hear a voice so sweet and low the voice in the old village choir
It sings to me of long ago the voice in the old village choir
In dreams I drift
There's a stomp of boots across the green
In the village hall- a guitar scene.
Rigid middle fingers to the toll bridge fees
It's anarchy in
in
Through the tunnel on the other side.
There's a tiny little village that I want you to see
And the old old mill turns around and around. Wind Mill,
I hear a voice so sweet and low the voice in the old village choir
It sings to me of long ago the voice in the old village choir
In dreams I drift
Down near the village of old San Miguel
In a far away place by the sea
Lived Maria Consuela Manuel
A lady of high born degree
And she was sixteen
applause when I'm killing my mother and father
Slitting throats at 13 years old
Where's my applause when I'm saving the village
Yeah where's my applause when
Through a b**** is how I met that n**** with a baby 'fro
Mariner's Village has in it bassas who look for blow
I was by the mailboxes when asked where
There's a village hidden deep in the valley,
Among the pine trees half forlorn,
And there on a sunny morning
Little Jimmy Brown was born;
So his
once more
In the old village square,
So wait for me darlin' and I'll be there.
The moon was so young and their hearts were gay,
I'm yours for ever
Down in old Kentucky where horseshoes are lucky
There's a village smithy standin' under the chestnut tree
Hear the hammer knockin', see the anvil
appetite.
Man 3: He'll wreak havok on our village if we let him wander free!
Gaston: So it's time to take some action boys!
It's time---to---fol---low---me!
and potatoes
Cabbages and onions in this village where we dwell.
And later in the year we will bring wine to the table
Bring wine to the table, and reap what we
and life seemed bleak and meaningless.
One day, a wise old sage came to the village and asked the villagers why they were so sad. They told him about
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