If you’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.
See for me if her hair hangs down, If it curles and flows all down her breast. See for me if her hair hangs down, That’s the way I remember her best.
If you go when the snowflakes storm, When the rivers freeze and summer ends, Please see if she’s wearing a coat so warm, To keep her from the howlin’ winds.
So if you’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.