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
are all gone, And I'm bound for moving on. I'll
look for you if I'm ever back this way.
I think I'll go out to Alberta, Weather's good
there in the fall. I've some friends that I can
go working 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
If I get there before the snow flies, And if
things are going good, You could meet me if I
sent you down the fare. But by then it would
be winter, Nothing much for you to do. And those
winds sure can blow cold away out there.
(repeat "Four strong winds ...")
Four strong winds.