D C G  D

D                       C
Hours of joy when I was just a boy
          G
And never wrong I knew
D                       C
Kites of red would fly above my head
                G
The birds would sing their song

     Bm
Now something's wrong
G                          Bm
Where the Sherwood used to be
G                 Am A   D   
Neon brambles now I  can see

D                       C
Fields of corn on early summer mornings
        G
Or late afternoons
D                   C
Anytime there was a place to find
                  G
Where life seemed not so soon

    Bm
Now all too soon
 G                      Bm
Is this where I used to be?
G                 Am   A  D  D7
Still remembering what is me?

    G            Bm
And I won't even try
   G             Bm
To find a reason why
Am          A            C  
I must live here just to die

D C G  D C G

     Bm
Now something's wrong
G                          Bm
Where the Sherwood used to be
G                 Am A   D   
Neon brambles now I  can see