Four strong winds that blow long
Seven seas that run high
All these things that won't change 
Come what may

Well, 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

Then I'll go out to Alberta
Weather's good there in the fall
got some friends that I could go
a workin' for

yet I wish you'd change your mind
If I ask you one more time
but we've been through this
a hundred times or more

Four strong winds that blow long
Seven seas that run high
All these things that won't change 
Come what may

If I get there before the snow flies
and if things are lookin' good
you could meet me if I sent you down the fare

But by then it would be winter
Not much for you to do
And the winds can sure blow cold 
A way out there

Four strong winds that blow long
Seven seas that run high
All these things that won't change 
Come what may