Four Strong Winds
Ian Tyson
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, all are gone, and I'm bound for movin' on, I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way. Think I'll go down to Alberta, weather's good there in the fall, 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 'fore 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, not much for you to do, And those winds sure blow cold, way out there.