Bitter Green
Gordon Lightfoot
| _ _ |__ | _ _ |_(x02230) _ | Upon_ the Bitter Green_ she walked_ The hills_ above the town_ Echoed_ to the footsteps_ As soft as heather down Wai_-ting 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_ e-et_ Bitter_ Green__ they called her_ Walking 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 every one_ that she met_ e-et_ Bitter_ Green__ they called her_ Walking in the sun__ Waiting for someone_ to take her home__ |__ |__ |_ |_ _ | But now_ that 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 her kiss_ Bitter_ Green__ they called her_ Walking in the sun__ Loving every one_ that she met_ e-et_ Bitter_ Green__ they called her_ Walking in the sun__ Waiting for someone_ to take her home__