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 movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way

I think I'll go out to Alberta,
The weather's good there in the fall
I've got some friends that I can go to workin' 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 goin' good
You could meet me if I sent you down the fare,
But by then it would be winter, nothin' 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