Don't worry so much
Don't put yourself on the line
A touch is a touch
North of the medicine line
Your feet are your feet
And your hands are your hands
You must understand
I'm no medicine man
North of the border
The rivers flow with wine
You will be fine
North of the medicine line
North of the medicine line
North of the medicine line
When you have walked all this way
With the sun in your eyes
You will wake the next day
North of the medicine line
When the one you had lost
Was by your side all along
And the things you forgot
Hide in the words to the song
North of the border
The rivers flow with wine
You will be fine
North of the border
The rivers flow with wine
You will be fine
North of the medicine line
North of the medicine line
North of the medicine line
North of the medicine line
North of the medicine line
North of the medicine line