Bitter Green Lyrics

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 the 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 her kiss.
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.

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