Lass From The Low Country

Lass From The Low Country - Ted Alevizos

Written by：Traditional

For she was a lass from the low country

And he was a lord of high degree

And she loved him loved she 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 day when the snow was on the mead

He passed her by on a milk white steed

She spoke to him low nobody paid no need

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

So if you be a lass from the low country

Don't love you no lord of high degree

For they have no love or 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