Lass From The Low Country - Judy Mayhan-歌词

Lass From The Low Country - Judy Mayhan

She was a lass from the low country

And he was a lord of high degree

And she loved his lordship so tenderly

Sing sorrow sing sorrow

Now she sleeps in the valley

Where the wildflowers nod

And no one knows she loved him

But herself and god

One day when the snow was on the ground

He passed her by on a milk white steed

She spoke to him low but he paid no heed

Sing sorrow sing sorrow

Now she sleeps in the valley

Where the wildflowers nod

And no one knows she loved him

But herself and god

If you were a lass from the low country

Don't love you no lord of high degree

Can't he got no heart for a sympathy

Sing sorrow sing sorrow

Now she sleep in the valley

Where the wildflowers nod

And no one knows she loved him

But yourself and god