Four Strong Winds

Four strong winds that blow lonely,
Seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change, come what may.
But our good times are all gone,
And I'm bound for movin' on;
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.

Think I'll go off to Alberta;
Weather's good there in the fall;
Got some friends that I can go to workin' for.
But I wish you'd change your mind,
If I asked you one more time;
But we've been through that a hundred times or more.

Four strong winds that blow lonely,
Seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change, come what may.
But our good times are all gone,
And I'm bound for movin' on;
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.

If I get there 'fore the snow flies,
And if things are lookin' good,
You can meet me if I send you down the fare.
But by then it would be winter,
Not too much for you to do,
And the wind sure blows cold way out there.

Four strong winds that blow lonely,
Seven seas that run high,
All those things that don't change, come what may.
But our good times are all gone,
And I'm bound for movin' on;
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.