Girl from the North country
Bob Dylan 1963
RA, Western, 2008
Well, if you're travelin' in the north country far,
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 hoped and prayed
In the darkness of my night,
In the brightness of my day.
So if you're travelin' in the north country far,
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
Remember me to one who lives there.
She once was a true love of mine.
From Bob Dylan obviously.
Even when artists steeped in traditional music write "folk" songs, you know that's not what they are. What are they then?
(The first line: perhaps it should be fair. That would rhyme with there. But I have always thought of it as far so I prefer it that way.)
Anyway this one has been with me since 1964, and I have always liked it.