Lass of The Low Country Lyrics

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Oh she was a lass from the low country And he was a lord of high degree But she loved him oh so tenderly Oh sorrow sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod No-one knows how she loved him but herself and god
One day when the snow was on the mead She passed him by on a milk white steed [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/lass-of-the-low-country-lyrics-nina-simone.html ] And she spoke to him low nobody paid no need Oh sorrow sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod No-one knows how she loved him but herself and god
Now if you be a lass from the low country Don't love no man of high degree For he don't got a heart or no sympathy Oh sorrow sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where wild flowers nod No-one knows how she loved him but herself and god