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           
before.                                           
                                                  
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.