| Well, 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. |