F＃m
No more walks in the wood
The trees have all been cut down
And where once they stood
Not ev en a wagon rut
Ap pears along the path
Low brush is taking ov er
No more walks in the wood
This is the aftermath
Of afternoons in the clover fields
Where we once made love
Then wandered home together
Where the trees arched above
Where we made our own weather
When branches were the sky
Now they are gone for good
And yo u, for ill, and I
Am only a passer-by
We and the trees and the way
Ba ck from the fields of play
Lasted as lo ng as we could
No more wal ks in the wood
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