Capo 3rd Fret
F#m
No more walks in the wood
Bm F#m
The trees have all been cut down
A Bm F#m
And where once they stood
A Bm
Not even a wagon rut
F#m D
Appears along the path
A Bm
Low brush is taking over
F#m
No more walks in the wood
A
This is the aftermath
Bm F#m A
Of afternoons in the clover fields
D
Where we once made love
A D
Then wandered home together
A D Bm
Where the trees arched above
F#m D
Where we made our own weather
Bm A
When branches were the sky
F#m D
Now they are gone for good
A D
And you, for ill, and I
Bm F#m
Bm only B passer-by
A Bm F#m
We and the trees and the way
A Bm F#m
Back from the fields of play
A Bm F#m
Lasted as long as we could
F#m Bm F#m
No more walks in the wood
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