Four strong winds that blow lonely

Seven seas that run high

All these things that won't change come what may

But our good times are all gone

And I'm bound for moving on

I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way



I might go out to Alberta

Weather's good there in the fall

Got some friends that I could go to working for

Still I wish you'd change your mind

If I asked you one more time

But we've been thru that a hundred times or more



Four strong winds that blow lonely

Seven seas that run high

All these things that won't change come what may

If I get there before the snow flies

Things are going good

You could join me if I send you down the fare

But if you wait until it's winter

It would do no good

For the wind sure can blow cold way out there



Four strong winds that blow lonely

Seven seas that runs high

All these things that won't change come what may

But our good times are all gone

And I'm bound for movin' on...