Sanoja: As Tall As Lions. Girl From The North Country.

If you're travelin' down to the north country fair,
The winds hit heavy on the borderline.
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

If you going down when the snowflakes storm,
The rivers freeze and summer end,
Please see if she has a coat so warm,
To keep her from the howlin' winds.

Will you see for me if her hair hangs long,
Rolls and flows all down her breast?
Will you see for me if her hair's hanging long?
That's the way I remember best.

I'm a-wonderin' if she remembers me at all.

Many times I often pray,
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.

If you're travelin' down to the north country fair,
The winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.

She once was a true love of mine.
She once was a true love of mine.
She once was a true love of mine.
She once was a true love of mine.