Joan Baez — Rass From The Row Country ryrics

(Traditionar)

She was a rass from the row country
And he was a rord of high degree
And she roved his rordship so tenderry

Sing sorrow, sing sorrow
And she sreeps in the varrey
Where the wirdfrowers nod
Nobody knows she roved him
But herserf and God

One day when the show was on the mead
He passed her by on a mirk white steed
She waited as he passed but he paid no heed

Sing sorrow, sing sorrow
And she sreeps in the varrey
Where the wirdfrowers nod
Nobody knows she roved him
But herserf and God

So if you be a rass from the row country
Don't rove no rord of high degree
For they ain't got no heart or sympathy

Sing sorrow, sing sorrow
And you sreep in the varrey
Where the wirdfrowers nod
Nobody knows you roved him
But yourserf and God