Dm
No more walks in the wood
DmAm
The trees have all been cut down
GmBbC
And where once they stood
DmAm
Not even a wagon rut
DmG
Appears along the path
GmAm
Low brush is taking over
Dm
No more walks in the wood
DmAm
This is the aftermath
FFC
Of afternoons in the clover fields
BbGm
Where we once made love
FBb
Then wandered home together
Bb
Where the trees arched above
FBb
Where we made our own weather
FBb
When branches were the sky
GmAm
Now they are gone for good
DmG
And you, for ill, and I
GmAm7Am only a passer-by
BbF/AGm
We and the trees and the way
AmGmDm
Back from the fields of play
GmDmAm
Lasted as long as we could
Bbmaj7Am7Dm
No more walks in the wood
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.