bitter green
lightfoot, gordon
upon the bitter green she was
the hills above the town. echoed to the footsteps
as soft as heather down. waiting for her master
to kiss away her tears. waiting through the years
bitter green they called her
loving everyone that she met. bitter green they called her
waiting for someone to take her home. some say he was a sailor
some say he was a prisoner
he died there in the mist
bitter green they called her
loving everyone that she met. bitter green they called her
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
bitter green they called her
loving everyone that she met. bitter green they called her
waiting for someone to take her home. bitter green they called her
loving everyone that she met. bitter green they called her
waiting for someone. to take her home.