Lass From The Low Country by The Limeliters Lyrics

There once was a lass from the low country
Who loved her a lord of high degree
She loved her lordship so tenderly
Sing Sorrow....Sing Sorrow

Now she sleeps in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
No one knew she loved him
But herself and God

One day when the sun was on the mead
He passed her doorstep on a milk-white steed
She smiled and she spoke but he paid no heed
Sing Sorrow...Sing Sorrow

Now she sleeps in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
No one knew she loved him
But herself and God

Now, if you be a lass from the low country
Don't you love you no lordship of high degree
They Ain't got no heart or no sympathy
Sing Sorrow...Sing Sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley
Where the wildflowers nod
No one knew she loved him
But herself and God