Four strong winds
That blow lonely
Seven seas
That run high
All these things
That won't change
Come what may
But my 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 may 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 through that
A hundred times or more
If I get there before the snow flies
And things are going good
You could join me
If I sent 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 won't change
Come what may
But my good times are all gone
And I'm bound for moving on
I'll look for you
If I'm ever back this way