(bob dylan)



If you're travelling in the north country fair

Where the wind sweeps heavy on the border line

Remember me to the one who lives there

She once was a true love of mine



If you're travelling in the snow-flake storm

Where the rivers freeze and the summer ends

See for me that she's wearing a cloak that is warm

To keep her from the howlin' wind



See for me if her hair is hanging low

If it curls and it tumbles all the way to her breast

See for me if her hair is hanging low

'cos that's the way that I remember her best



I'm wondering if she remembers me at all

The many times I've often strayed

In the stillness of my night

And in the darkness of my day



So if you're travelling in the north country fair

Where the wind sweeps heavy on the border line

Remember me to the one who lives there

For she once was a true love of mine