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Girl of the North Country
Dylan, Bob
Girl of The North Country


Well, 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.

Well, 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.

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 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.