Upon the bitter green she walked.
The hills above the town
Echoed 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 ev'ryone 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 a kiss . . .
Bitter Green they called her,
Walking in the sun,
Loving ev'ryone that she met.
Bitter Green they called her,
Waiting in the sun,
Waiting for someone to take her home.
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 ev'ryone that she met.
Bitter Green they called her,
Waiting in the sun,
Waiting for someone to take her home.
Bitter Green they called her,
Walking in the sun,
Loving ev'ryone that she met.
Bitter Green they called her,
Waiting in the sun,
Waiting for someone to take her home.