Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All these things that won'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 I might go out to Alberta Weather's good there in the fall Got some friends that I could go to working for Still I wish you'd change your mind If I asked you one more time But we've been thru that a hundred times or more Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All these things that won't change come what may If I get there before the snow flies Things are going good You could join me if I send you down the fare But if you wait until it's winter It would do no good For the wind sure can blow cold way out there Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that runs high All these things that won't change come what may But our good times are all gone And I'm bound for movin' on...