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 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