Bitterweeds

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