| Well, if you're travelin' in the north
country fair, |
| Where the winds hit heavy on the
borderline; |
| Remember me to the one who lives there, |
| She once was a true love of mine. |
|
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| Well, if you're going where the
snowflakes storm, |
| When the rivers freeze and the summer
ends; |
| Please see if she's wearing a coat so
warm, |
| To keep her from the howlin' winds. |
| |
| Well, if you're going where the
snowflakes storm, |
| If it rolls and flows all down her
breast; |
| Please see if her hair hangs long, |
| That's the way I remember her best. |
| |
| I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at
all, |
| Many times I've often prayed; |
| In the darkness of my night, |
| In the brightness of my day. |
| |
| So, if you're travelin' in the north
country fair, |
| Where the winds hit heavy on the
borderline; |
| Remember me to the one who lives there, |
| She once was a true love of mine.
- Dylan |
