If you’re traveling in the north country fair
Where the wind blows cold on the borderline
Remember me to the one who lives there
For she once was a true love of mine.
Well if you’re going in a snowflake storm
Where the rivers freeze and summers end
Will you see that she has a coat so warm
To protect her from the howling wind.
Please see for me if her hair hangs low
And flows in ringlets ’round her breasts
Please see for me if her hair hangs low
For that’s the way I remember her best.
Well I wonder if she’ll remember me you know
Many times I’ve often prayed
In the stillness of my night
In the brightness of my day.