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Upon the Bitter Green she was, |
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the hills above the town. |
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Echoed to the footsteps, |
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as soft as heather down. |
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Waiting for her master, |
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to kiss away her tears. |
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Waiting through the years, |
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Bitter Green they called her, |
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walking in the sun, |
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Loving everyone that she met. |
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Bitter Green they called her, |
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waiting in the sun, |
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waiting for someone to take her home. |
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Some say he was a sailor, |
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who died away at sea, |
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Some say he was a prisoner, |
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who never was set free, |
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lost upon the ocean, |
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he died there in the mist, |
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dreaming of the kiss, |
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Bitter Green they called her, |
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walking in the sun, |
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Loving everyone that she met. |
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Bitter Green they called her, |
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waiting in the sun, |
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waiting for someone to take her home. |
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Musical Interlude |
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But now, that Bitter Green is gone, |
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the hills have turned to rust, |
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there comes a weary stranger, |
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his tears fall in the dust, |
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kneeling by the churchyard, |
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in the autumn mist, |
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dreaming of the kiss, |
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Bitter Green they called her, |
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walking in the sun, |
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Loving everyone that she met. |
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Bitter Green they called her, |
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waiting in the sun, |
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waiting for someone to take her home. |
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Bitter Green they called her, |
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walking in the sun, |
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Loving everyone that she met. |
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Bitter Green they called her, |
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waiting in the sun, |
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waiting for someone... |
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to take her home. |
