If you're traveling in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to the one who lives there,
For she once was a true love of mine.
If you go when the snowflakes storm,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
Please see if 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 from me if her hair is hanging long,
For that's the way I remember her best.
I'm wondering if she remembers me at all.
So many times I've thought and prayed,
In the darkness of my night,
And the brightness of my days.
So if you're traveling in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to the one who lives there.
For she once was a true love of mine
