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