Four Strong Winds
Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All these things that don’t change
Come what may
For 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 to Alberta
Weather’s good there in the fall
Got some friend that I could go to work for
Still 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.
If I get there before the snow flies
And if things are looking good
I could meet you if I sent you down the fare
But by then it would be winter
Not too much for you to do
And those winds sure blow cold way out there.