Dm
No more walks in the wood
Dm Am
The trees have all been cut down
Gm Bb C
And where once they stood
Dm Am
Not even a wagon rut
Dm G
Appears along the path
Gm Am
Low brush is taking over
Dm
No more walks in the wood
Dm Am
This is the aftermath
F F C
Of afternoons in the clover fields
Bb Gm
Where we once made love
F Bb
Then wandered home together
Bb
Where the trees arched above
F Bb
Where we made our own weather
F Bb
When branches were the sky
Gm Am
Now they are gone for good
Dm G
And you for ill and I
Gm Am7
Am only a passer-by
Bb F/A Gm
We and the trees and the way
Am Gm Dm
Back from the fields of play
Gm Dm Am
Lasted as long as we could
Bbmaj7 Am7 Dm
No more walks in the wood