If you're traveling in the north country fair,
Where the wind blows cold on the borderline,
Remember me to the one who lives there,
For she once was a true love of mine.
If you're traveling in a snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see that she has a coat so warm,
To shield her from the howlin' winds.
Please see for me that her hair hangs long,
And falls in ringlets 'round her breast,
Please, see for me that her hair's hangs long,
For that's the way I remember her best.
I'm wonderin' 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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