Four Strong Winds
Ian Tyson
Four strong winds that blow lonely, 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 moving 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 can go to workin' for
Yet I wish you'd change your mind, if I asked you one more time
But we've been through this a hundred times or more
If I get there before the snow flies, and if things are looking 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 way up there