Artist: Eagles   Title: No more walks in the wood   -----------------------      No more walks in the wood   The trees have all been cut down   And where once they stood    Not even a wagon rut    Appears along the path    Low brush is taking over      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 you, for ill, and I    Am only a passer-by      We and the trees and the way   Back from the fields of play    Lasted as long as we could   No more walks in the wood