Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All these things that won't change, come what may But my good times are all gone And I'm bound for moving on I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way I may go out to Alberta Weather's good there in the fall Got some friends that I could go a working for Still I wish you'd change your mind Til I ask you one more time But we've been through that a hundred times or more Instrumental If I get there before the snow flies And things are going good You could join me if I send you down the fare But if you wait on till it's winter It would be no good For the winds sure can blow cold way out there Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All these things that won't change, come what may But my good times are all gone And I'm bound for moving on I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way