If you’re traveling in the north country fair,
where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
remember me to one who lives there,
for she once was a true love of mine (fine)
If you go when the snowflakes storm,
when the rivers freeze and summer ends,
please see she has a coat so warm
to keep her from the howling winds.
Please see if her hair hangs long,
if it rolls and flows all down her breast
Please see for me if her hair's hanging long
For that’s the way I remember her best.
I’m a-wondering if she remembers me at all
Many times I’ve often prayed,
in the darkness of my night,
in the brightness of my day.
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