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, all are gone, and I’m bound for movin’ on
I’ll look for you if I’m ever back this way
Think I’ll go down 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
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, all are 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 goin’ 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 those winds sure blow cold, way out there
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, all are gone, and I’m bound for movin’ on
I’ll look for you if I’m ever back this way
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