| Well, if you’re traveling in the north country fair
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| Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
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| Remember me to the 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' wind
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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 the one who lives there
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| She once was a true love of mine |