Four strong winds that blow lonely
Seven seas that run high
All these things that don't change, come what may
But my 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 may go out to Alberta
Weather's good there in the fall
Got some friends that I could go to workin' for
Still I wish you'd change your mind
If I ask you one more time
But we've been through that a hundred times or more
If I get there before the snow flies
And things are goin' good
You could join me if I send you down the fare
But if you'll wait until it's winter
It would do 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 don't change, come what may
But my good times are all gone
And I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way