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| Well, | if you're | travellin' in the | north country | fair, |
| G | Bm | C | G | |
| Where the winds hit | heavy on the | border | line |
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| Remember | me to | one who lives | there |
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| She once | was a | true love of | mine. |
| Well, if you go in the snowflake storm |
| When the rivers freeze and summer ends |
| Please see she has a coat so warm |
| To keep her from the howlin' winds. |
| Please see for me if her hair hangs long |
| If it rolls and flows all down her breast, |
| Please see for me 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 travellin' 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. |