Tony Rice

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 her tears.
Waiting through the years.
(Chorus)
Bitter Green they called her,
Walking in the sun.
Loving every one that she met.
Bitter Green they called her,
Waiting in the sun.
Waiting for some one 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.
(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)