Archie Fisher - Archie Fisher - Lass from the Low Country 歌词

There was a lass from the Low Country
And she loved a lord of high degree.
And she loved his lordship so tenderly
Sing sorrow - Sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
Nobody knows she loved him
Except herself and God.

One day when the sun was on the mead
He passed her by on his milk white steed
And she spoke and smiled but he paid no heed
Sing sorrow - Sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
Nobody knows she loved him
Except herself and God.

She kept her love hidden deep inside
Ne'er told a soul 'til the day she died
And the lonely lord ne'er took a bride
Sing sorrow - Sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
Nobody knows she loved him
Except herself and God.

So if you be a lass from the Low Country
Don't love a lord of high degree
For they have no heart nor sympathy
Sing sorrow - Sing sorrow
Now she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod
Nobody knows she loved him
Except herself and God.