As Played by Tony Rice
Album: Cold On The Shoulder
Transcribed by Brad Kale (bkbgrass@libertybay.com)
Bitter Green
Capo 3rd Fret
U[D]pon the bitter green she walked the hi[A]lls above the
town.
E[D]cho to her footsteps as s[A]oft as eider down.
W[D]aiting for her master to k[A]iss away her tears.
W[G]aiting through the ye[A]ars.
(Chorus)
Bitter G[D]reen they called her,
W[G]alking in the s[A]un.
L[G]oving every o[A]ne that she m[D]et.
Bitter Green they called her,
W[G]aiting in the s[A]un.
W[G]aiting for s[A]ome one to take her h[D]ome.
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)
Album: Cold On The Shoulder
Transcribed by Brad Kale (bkbgrass@libertybay.com)
Bitter Green
Capo 3rd Fret
U[D]pon the bitter green she walked the hi[A]lls above the
town.
E[D]cho to her footsteps as s[A]oft as eider down.
W[D]aiting for her master to k[A]iss away her tears.
W[G]aiting through the ye[A]ars.
(Chorus)
Bitter G[D]reen they called her,
W[G]alking in the s[A]un.
L[G]oving every o[A]ne that she m[D]et.
Bitter Green they called her,
W[G]aiting in the s[A]un.
W[G]aiting for s[A]ome one to take her h[D]ome.
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)
