Lass From The Low Country – Joan BaezBy She was a lass from the low countryAnd he was a lord of high degreeAnd she loved his lordship so tenderlySing sorrow, sing sorrowAnd she sleeps in the valleyWhere the wildflowers nodNobody knows she loved himBut herself and GodOne day when the show was on the meadHe passed her by on a milk white steedShe waited as he passed but he paid no heedSing sorrow, sing sorrowAnd she sleeps in the valleyWhere the wildflowers nodNobody knows she loved himBut herself and GodSo if you be a lass from the low countryDon’t love no lord of high degreeFor they ain’t got no heart or sympathySing sorrow, sing sorrowAnd you sleep in the valleyWhere the wildflowers nodNobody knows you loved himBut yourself and God www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20