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.