Odetta - La** Of The Low Country lyrics

She was a la** of the low country and he was a lad of a high degree She loved his lordship so tenderly Sing sorrow Sing sorrow For she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod Nobody knows she loved him Save herself and God One day when the sun was o'er the mead He pa**ed her on a milk white stead She waved as he pa**ed but he paid not heed Sing sorrow Sing sorrow For she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod and nobody knows she loved him Save herself and God. If ye be a la** of the low country Don't love a lord of a high degree He ain't got no heart and no sympathy Sing sorrow Sing sorrow For she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nod and nobody knows she loved him Save herself and God