BITTER GREEN
(Gordon Lightfoot)


Upon the bitter green she walked the hills above the town 
Echo to her footsteps as soft as eider down 
Waiting for her master to kiss away her tears 
Waiting through the years 

Bitter Green they called her 
Walking in the sun 
Loving every one that she met 
Bitter Green they called her 
Waiting in the sun 
Waiting for someone to take her home 

Some say he was a sailor who died away at sea 
Some say he was a prisoner who never was set free 
Lost upon the ocean he died there in the mist 
Dreaming of her kiss 

Bitter Green they called her 
Walking in the sun 
Loving everyone that she met 
Bitter Green they called her 
Waiting in the sun 
Waiting for someone to take her hand But now the bitter green is gone, the hills have turned to rust 
There comes a weary stranger, his tears fall in the dust 
Kneeling by the churchyard in the autumn mist 
Dreaming of a kiss 

Bitter Green they called her 
Walking in the sun 
Loving everyone that she met 
Bitter Green they called her 
Waiting in the sun 
Waiting for someone to take her home