Does her hair hang long?

August 18, 2009 | By Mark | 2 Comments

I’ve listened to this song about 73 times in a row. There is something about it that won’t let me go. The song was written by Bob Dylan and is performed here by Bruce Hornsby.

Girl From 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.

Copyright ©1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

(I first saw this posted at the Rabbitroom.com.)

Category: Music

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Pedro says:

February 23, 2010 at 7:15 am

i was just listening to this song in SOA, and it also got to me in a way i can’t explain.
🙂

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- Mark says:
  
  February 23, 2010 at 12:39 pm
  
  I know exactly what you mean, Pedro. Good to hear from someone who feels the same way. Best wishes to you!
  
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