wild flowers grew out her backdoor

down the hill and to the road

where young men came and picked them

and to others they would go

watching through a dusty window

sometimes from dusk til dawn

waiting for the man she favored

but he never came to call



bitterweeds

were all her garden grew

i guess she always knew

that bitterweeds

were all she had

to look forward to



her neighbors said she was crazy

cause she stared when they walked by

they say she wore a black rose

but they never asked her why

there were rumors never denied

growing tall like her grass

gossips said she was widowed

talked â bout a love from her past



bitterweeds

were all her garden grew

i guess she always knew

that bitterweeds

were all she had

to look forward to



instrumental



last monday church bells were ringing

down the hill six men walked slow

she finally left that cabin

taking secrets that she knows

watching through a dusty window

sometimes from dusk til dawn

waiting for the man she favored

but he never came to call



bitterweeds

were all her garden grew

i guess she always knew

that bitterweeds

were all she had

to look forward to