| 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 was once a true love of mine
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| And if you’re goin’when the snowflakes storm
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| When the rivers freeze and summer ends
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| Please see for me she has a coat so warm
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| to keep her from the howling wind
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| Would you see for me that her hair’s hanging long
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| That it rolls and flows all down her breasts
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| See for me that her hair’s hanging long
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| 'Cause that’s the way I remember her best
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| But I’m a-wondering 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 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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| 'Cause she was once, she was once a true love of mine
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| And she’ll always be a true love of mine
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| And I never, never, never, never give her up |