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.
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Girl From The North Country
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| As Tall As Lions |
