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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 one who lives there |
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She once was the true love of mine. |
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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 a coat so warm |
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To keep her from the howlin' winds. |
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Please see if her hair hangs long |
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If it rolls and flows all down her breast |
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Please see from 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 remember 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. |