Текст (слова) песни: Nina Simone - Lass Of The Low Country
Oh she was a lass from the low country And he was a lord of high degree But she loved him oh so tenderly 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
One day when the snow was on the mead She passed him by on a milk white steed And she spoke to him low nobody paid no need 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
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 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
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