A cold wind blows over North Dakota
Billijo says, this is my fire
come warm yourself by my fire
she said, come my friend, warm your soul

The river flows through North Dakota
Billijo says, oh, this is my water
come quench your thirst in my river
Billijo said, come my friend, warm the soul

She said, you are not alone, not in North Dakota
Billijo says, this is my home
she said, come warm yourself by my fire
Billijo said, come drink your fill of this water