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