(Ian Tyson)

Four strong winds that blow lonely seven seas that run high
All these things that won't change come what may
But my good times are all gone and I'm bound for movin' 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 could go to workin' for
Still I wish you'd change your mind if I ask you one more time
But we've been through that a hundred times or more.

--- Instrumental ---

If I get there before the snow flies and things are goin' good
You could join me if I'd 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 that blow lonely seven seas that run high
All these things that won't change come what may
But my good times are all gone and I'm bound for movin' on
I'll look for you if I'm ever back this way...