If you travel in that north country fair Where the winds they hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to a girl who lives there – She once was a true lover of mine! Won't you see that her hair's hanging long See it roll, see it flow all down her breast See for me, that her hair's hanging long For that's the way, I remember her best! And if you go where those snowflakes fall And winter, it comes and summer it ends See thar she has a coat that's so warm For to keep her from the howling winds! Well, I wonder, does she think of me at all It's many the times I've hoped and prayed In the darkness of my night – In the brightness of my day! So, if you travel in that north country fair Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline Remember me to a girl who lives there For she once was a true lover of mine