Текст песни Nina Simone - Lass Of The Low Country
Nina Simone - Lass Of The Low Country слова песни
Oh she was a lass from the low countryAnd he was a lord of high degreeBut she loved him oh so tenderlyOh sorrow sing sorrowNow she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nodNo-one knows how she loved him but herself and GodOne day when the snow was on the meadShe passed him by on a milk white steedAnd she spoke to him low nobody paid no needOh sorrow sing sorrowNow she sleeps in the valley where the wild flowers nodNo-one knows how she loved him but herself and GodNow if you be a lass from the low countryDon`t love no man of high degreeFor he don`t got a heart or no sympathyOh sorrow sing sorrowNow she sleeps in the valley where wild flowers nodNo-one knows how she loved him but herself and God