if you're travelling in the north country fair
where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
remember me to the one who lives there
she once was a true love of mine
if you go in the snowflake storm
when the rivers freeze and the 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 flow all down her breast
please see for me if her hair's hanging long
for thet'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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