Lass From The Low Country Lyrics - Joan Baez

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 

And she sleeps in the valley 

Where the wildflowers nod 

Nobody knows she loved him 

But herself and God 

One day when the show was on the mead 

He passed her by on a milk white steed 

She waited as he passed but he paid no heed 

Related 

27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks 

Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody video hits 1 billion views on YouTube 

NEW SONG: Blink-182 - 'Happy Days' Lyrics 

Sing sorrow, sing sorrow 

And she sleeps in the valley 

Where the wildflowers nod 

Nobody knows she loved him 

But herself and God 

So if you be a lass from the low country 

Don't love no lord of high degree 

For they ain't got no heart or sympathy 

Photos 

Sing sorrow, sing sorrow 

And you sleep in the valley 

Where the wildflowers nod 

Nobody knows you loved him 

But yourself and God