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