Iyou're travelin' in the north country fair,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
Well, if you go when the snowflakes fall,
When the rivers freeze and summer ends,
See for me she wears a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.
See for me that her hair is hanging long,
If it curls and falls all down her breast.
See for me that her hair is hanging long,
That's the way I remember her best.
Many times I've thought about her,
Many times I've often prayed.
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.
