No More Walks In The Wood

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