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 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

[ ac.guitar - dobro ]

If I get there before the snow flies and the 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...