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
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