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