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This was a competition piece back in high school that I used to sing when I was by myself in the school auditorium, which had amazing acoustics. The song is incredibly sad as it is about a woman who kills herself over a lost love. I thought it seemed only right for it to sound ghostly and ethereal, as if being sung from another realm.
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Lyrics
Oh, he was a lord of high degree,
and she was a lass from the low country,
but she loved his lordship, so tenderly,
Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
now she sleeps in the valley,
where the wild flowers nod,
and no one knows she loved him
but herself and god.
One morn when the sun was on the mead,
he passed by her door on a milk-white steed.
She smiled and she spoke, but he paid no heed.
Chorus
If you be a lass from the low country,
don't love of no lord of high degree,
They h'ain't got a heart for sympathy,
Chorus
and she was a lass from the low country,
but she loved his lordship, so tenderly,
Oh sorrow, sing sorrow
now she sleeps in the valley,
where the wild flowers nod,
and no one knows she loved him
but herself and god.
One morn when the sun was on the mead,
he passed by her door on a milk-white steed.
She smiled and she spoke, but he paid no heed.
Chorus
If you be a lass from the low country,
don't love of no lord of high degree,
They h'ain't got a heart for sympathy,
Chorus
cjorgensen
I'd duplicate the vocal track, keep the saturated one there, but bring a
less effected one a bit forward. This is very This Mortal Coil.
Love the signing, the words get a bit lost.
A nice kepboard backing could help a lot too.
I like the photo, like the signing, like the song.