Maple Village

Maple village was my home
A house made out of stone
Looking out across the green
Where the young lovers are seen
Who see no one at all

Maple village in the spring
Wedding bells start to ring
Flowers blooming in the wild wood
Maple village in the spring
Everywhere the children sing
And the birds in the wild wood

There's a chapel on the hill
Dips across to Dykons Mill
And the stream that gently flows
To the valley down below
Whispers softly on the wind

Maple village in the spring
Wedding bells start to ring
Flowers blooming in the wild wood
Maple village in the spring
Everywhere the children sing
And the birds in the wild wood

Maple village is my home
No longer will I go
The clock tower passes time
The old folk make their wine
It's still a part of me

Maple village in the spring
Wedding bells start to ring
Flowers blooming in the wild wood
Maple village in the spring
Everywhere the children sing
And the birds in the wild wood