Written by Gordon Lightfoot
Bitter Green * D A Upon the bitter green she walked the hills above the town. D A Echo to her footsteps as soft as eider down. D A Waiting for her master to kiss away her tears. G A Waiting through the years.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. (To Chorus) 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 a kiss. (To Chorus)D Bitter Green they called her, G A Walking in the sun. G A D Loving every one that she met. Bitter Green they called her, G A Waiting in the sun. G A D Waiting for some one to take her home.