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If you're travelin' in the north country fair, |
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Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, |
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Remember me to one who lives there. |
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She once was a true love of mine. |
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Well, if you go when the snowflakes storm, |
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When the rivers freeze and summer ends, |
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Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm, |
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To keep her from the howlin' winds. |
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Please see for me if her hair hangs long, |
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If it rolls and flows all down her breast. |
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Please see for me if her hair hangs long, |
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That's the way I remember her best. |
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I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all. |
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Many times I've often prayed |
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In the darkness of my night, |
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In the brightness of my day. |
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So if you're travelin' in the north country fair, |
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Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline, |
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Remember me to one who lives there. |
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She once was a true love of mine. |
