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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For she was once 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 for me 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 from me if her hair hanging down
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If it curls and flows all down her breast
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Please see from me if her hair hanging down
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That's the way I remember her best.
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Well, 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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Please say hello to one who lives there
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She once was a true love of mine.
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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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Bob Dylan |