Guess I'll go out to the mountains, weather's good there in the fall, got some friends that I could go on to workin' for. Still I wish you'd change your mind, if I asked you one more time, but we've been through this a hundred times or more. Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run by, all those things they don't change, come what may. But our good times are all gone, I'm bound for moving on, but I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. If I get there for this last mile, things is looking good, you could meet me if I sent you down the trail. But by then it would be winter, nothing much for you to do, and the wind sure blows cold way out there. Four strong winds that blow lonely, seven seas that run by, all those things they don't change, come what may. But our good times are all gone, I'm bound for moving on, but I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. Thanks for watching!