 Through the wood by E. Nesbitt, red for LibriVox.org by Tony Through the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood Love and I went mang a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood in my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood, I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray you ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt, recorded for LibriVox.org by Bob Sherman Through the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood, love and I went mang a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood in my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood, I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood all our own And withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Bologna Times Through the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood, love and I went mang a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood in my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood, I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood all our own and withered as ever a flower of May This recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Deanna Milinger in October 2009 Through the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood, love and I went mang a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood in my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood, I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood all our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went mang a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood in my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Ellie Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went mang a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood in my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shivers through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Eswa in Belgium in October 2009 Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went mang a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood in my heart reflected Because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shivers through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Greg Wallace Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went mang a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood The lone wood winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Glenn Simonson Omaha, Nebraska Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went mang a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Heather McHogan Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went mang a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Chessie Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went mang a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Kim Stish Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Mark Smith of Simpsonville, South Carolina Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Ruth Golding Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood The lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Rachel Klippenstein Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Raven Notation Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Sean Michael Hogan St. John's Newfoundland Canada Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain Through the wood by E. Nesbitt read for LibriVox.org by Tricia G Through the wood the green wood the wet wood the light wood Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood In my heart reflected because I loved you so Through the wood the chill wood the brown wood the bare wood I alone went lonely no later than last year What had thinned the branches and wrecked my deer and fair wood Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose thorns here Through the wood the dead wood the sad wood the lone wood Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and gray You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood All our own and withered as ever a flower of May End of poem this recording is in the public domain