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youtube/watch?v=9T-20YraZpc Bitter Green: Must Listen!! Some songs haunt you, They keep playing in you mind the whole day. Bitter Green is one of them. This song by Gordon Lightfoot is a sad ballad about a lonely woman whose identity is unknown. She is seen roaming the hillsides above the town for years waiting for her lover to come home: “Waiting for her master to kiss away her tears” No one knows the identity or fate of her lover, but the woman is well known and loved. Years later, on one cold autumn day, a stranger walks into town and weeps at the churchyard where his beloved lies buried. Townspeople speculate as to who the mystery man is: “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” Her lover finally returns, too late, as the woman has died: “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 her kiss” Sung by Lightfoot in his distinct baritone voice, and folk-based twelve-string acoustic guitar, makes it beautiful, but sad love song. 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 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 her 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 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 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
Posted on: Thu, 13 Jun 2013 05:11:44 +0000

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