Four strong winds that blow alone,

Seven seas that run high,

All these things that won't change come what may.

Well, our good times are all gone

And I'm bound for movin' on.

I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.

Think I'll go out to Alberta;

Weather's good there in the fall.

Got some friends that I could go a-workin' for.

Yet I wish you'd change your mind

If I ask you one more time,

But we've been through this a hundred times or more.

Four strong winds that blow alone,

Seven seas that run high,

All these things that won't change come what may.

Well, our good times are all gone

And I'm bound for movin' on.

I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.

If I get there 'fore the snow flies,

And if things are lookin' 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 the winds can sure blow cold a-way out there.

Four strong winds that blow alone,

Seven seas that run high,

All these things that won't change come what may.

Well, our good times are all gone

And I'm bound for movin' on.

I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way.