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