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 moving on,
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.
Think I'll go down to Alberta,
Where there's good times in the fall,
I've got some friends that I can stay with,
Working for.
But I wish you'd change your mind,
If I ask you one more time,
But we've been through that a hundred times or more.
If
I get there before the snow flies,
And if things are looking good,
I could meet you if I sent you down the fen.
But by then it would be winter,
There ain't too much for you to do,
And those winds sure can blow 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 moving on,
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.