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 Poke's Story


 
POKE
 


 
 

Wylie
 
 


 
 

Wylie






 


 
 
 
 
If you're travelin' in the north country fair,
where the winds hit heavy on the borderline,
remember me to one who lives there,
for she once was a true love of mine.
 

If you go when the snowflakes storm,
when the rivers freeze and summer ends,
please see she has a coat so warm,
to keep her from the howlin' winds.
 

Please see that her hair hangs long, 
it rolls and flows all down her breast.
Please see for me that her hair's hanging long,
for 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,
for she once was a true love of mine.