He had returned from the Northern Country. Being unsucessful in his quest to find that girl he had met long ago, and whom he never forgot about, he sat at the bar at the hostel near the border and cried.

Drinking his whiskey, he saw a gorgeous blonde girl coming in and asked about her whereabouts. She said she came from the Land of the North, where the winds hit heavy on the borderline and that she was there to buy drinks, and she would return soon. So he said:
"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."
The girl thought he was a wacko, and left.

Drinking his gym, he saw an old man with sad eyes coming in and thought he was probably coming from beyond the border. He asked about the man's whereabouts, and the elderly man said he was hunting wolves where the rivers are frozen, the summer never lasts, and the winds are always howlin'. So he said:
"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."
The old man stared at him with sad eyes, babbled something not understandable, and left.

Drinking his rum, he saw a pregnant woman wearing only a few pieces of clothes in that endless cold. She was tired, and he thought she was probably coming from the Northern End. He asked about her whereabouts, and she said she was running away from her violent husband that lives in the Land of the North. He gave the poor woman a few bucks, and said:
"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."
The pregnant lady stared deeply into his eyes, got the money he gave her, and gave it back to him. She thought she wasn't the one in need help. And left.

Drinking his bourbon, he saw a wanderer coming in. The vagabond had humble eyes and dirty skin. Everybody else at the bar looked down on him and weren't enjoying the presence of such a dirty being in that clean, conservative bar. So, a little drunk after all those drinks, he directed himself to the wanderer and said:
"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."
The wanderer got an old, ugly, dry flower out of the semi destroyed pants, looked deeply into his eyes, gave him the flower and said:
"To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour."
The wanderer smiled. Turned back and left.