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 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 can go to workin` 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
But the winds sure can blow cold way out there
Four strong winds that blow lonely...