Lass Of The Low Country lyrics

Song information

Artist: Nina Simone
Album: Folksy Nina

Lyrics

Oh, he was a lord of high degree
And she was a lass from the low countree
But she loved his lordship so tenderly
Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
And no one knows she loved him but herself and god

One morn when the sun was on the mead
He passed by her door on a milk white steed
She smiled and she spoke, but he paid no heed
Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
And no one knows she loved him but herself and god

If you be a lass from the low countree
Don't love of no lord of high degree
They haint got a heart for sympathy
Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
And no one knows she loved him but herself and god

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

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