No more walks in the wood
The tr ees have all been c ut down
A nd where o nce they s tood
Not ev en a wa gon rut
A ppears along the p ath
Low b rush is taking o ver
No more walks in the wood
This is the afterm ath
Of a fternoons in the c lover fields
Where we once made love
Then w andered home t ogether
Where the t rees arched a bove
Where w e made our own w eather
When b ranches were the s ky
N ow they are gone for g ood
And yo u for ill and I
only passer-by
W e and the t rees and the w ay
B ack from the f ields of p lay
L asted as l ong as we c ould
N o more w alks in the w ood