Nina Simone — Lass of the Low Country

[Verse 1] Oh, she was a lass from the low country And he was a lord of high degree But she loved him oh so tenderly [Chorus] Oh, sorrow sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod No one knows how she loved him but herself and God [Verse 2] One day when the snow was on the mead She passed him by on a milk white steed And she spoke to him low but he paid no heed [Chorus] Oh, sorrow sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod No one knows how she loved him but herself and God [Verse 3] Now, if you be a lass from the low country Don't love no man of high degree For he don't got a heart or no sympathy [Chorus] Oh, sorrow sing sorrow Now she sleeps in the valley where wild flowers nod No one knows how she loved him but herself and God