Bitter Green - Gordon Lightfoot

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

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

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 the 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

Musical Interlude

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 the 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

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