Ah, the quiet life in a small pastoral English village. You can travel to one of these places in this song. Imagine yourself sipping a pint in a little pub populated by kind tweed wearing elderly chaps. People teeter past on creaky old bicycles. Little shops sell this and that. Church bells ring in the distance. Kids go to Sunday school. The moss grows in the ancient cemeteries.
The narrator reflects on his early life there prior to leaving home for the big noisy city. He longs for an opportunity to experience this place again, when life was simple and carefree. Well, if he never makes it back, he can at least dream about it. Great lyrics throughout, I think my favorite one is "and Daisy's married Tom the grocer boy and now he owns a grocery", or maybe "they snap their photographs and say gol darn it, isn't it a pretty scene."
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